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hey girl, are you listening to me ??
put your chick feeder and waterer up on top of 2x4s ... or some similar small holder (holder for pillar candle maybe ?) .... then the chicks won't kick as much stuff into them, they won't crowd them as much, and the 2x4 will stop them from trying to eat the edges of the paper towels (mine tried it until I battened the edges down)
and how is the ringworm doing? we haven't yet had any urgent reason to drive over your way, but may have to some time this week, DS has run out of a couple of things, and since he cannot drive, must go straight from work to work-release house, he can't SHOP ! could bring antifungal gunk though I suspect your Tiger Balm will poison it sufficiently
looks like we cannot occupy the Maui house until February sometime, so the chickens MAY have earned a reprieve .. DS says he will have put in his time about the end of March, so we'd only need a chicken-and-dog-sitter, or alternate placements, for a couple of months
you might ask your bird hunting relatives if they would like the loan of a good scent hound for a little while?
Everyone I know who's hunting birds already has their own GSP, is all.
Got antifungals when I finally got to the bank yesterday- an epic story in and of itself, and one which I do not have the patience to relate. It's healing up pretty fast after three applications.
I've used up what little scrap lumber I'd had, and I'd have to cut up an 8' 2X4 to prop up the holders right now. It's not something I have any inclination to do, having plenty of 8' places to put the few I have. I also have to walk to the mailbox and back as soon as the mail's delivered every day for the next few days in case the latest ghost check has come. Our life, since my FIL's death, has been full of found money of various sizes as random small investments, legacies, and annuities show up. Not a bad problem to have. Only it's an extra almost half-mile walk to stretch my limited energy, and of course today it involved the rain starting while I was waiting to cross the road to the mailbox.
I'm in a really foul mood right now, having to do with the epic and yet trivial tale of why I had to go to the bank and the ways in which that trip was complicated beyond belief. I didn't realize just how bad until last night when I was pretty impolite on another part of the internet, where the rules are different and I feel free to be Bad Julia (a person who has little or no outlet in three-dimensional space, nor most of the internet). Sorry if I've let that leak into this post; I've read it four times and cleaned up some truly Leviathan run-on sentences, but suspect my tone may still be off.
Well you don't sound way off too me. I can so relate, about using up what little energy you may have. I do it all the time. This is why I am here ,and not cleaning the garden window. After I caught the hummingbird in the garden window it was a mess. I now have plants everywhere, and all over the kitchen. I just want them back where they belong. But there is no point to putting them back before I clean the inside of the glass, and the deck. I am about half way done, but the meds wore off and I have to wait for them to kick in again. I hate this stuff, but hurt to bad, and I can't always ignore the pain when I am working on a project. I often ignore the pain, but at some point I find that I am crying. That is just to much some days.
Banks can be such a pain in the tootie. I can have a look around here. I am sure that I have pieces of 2x4 that you can have.
