Well, today was more eventful than I thought it would be.
Firstly, update on the chicks and Idiot Boyfriend. I don't think I posted this in here, but in his infinite wisdom he had been leaving the three week old chicks out on the back deck in their brooder, which was a storage tub, with no heat and no lid. I had been planning to just snatch them back and make it look like they disappeared, but before I could they were gone - I figured they gave them away (without clearing it with me). But what happened is that they ACTUALLY disappeared. Gee, what a shock that two tiny chicks in an unprotected brooder with no lid that they could fly out of could disappear. He says he just assumed they had gone out to join the flock. Yeah, three week chicks with no mother. Spoiler alert, they didn't.
Anyway, my father finally had that talk with him and laid down the law. And during this my cousin sprung it on him that they decided to get a fourth dog, because that's what they needed was a fourth dog. An eight week old puppy. Without asking or clearing it with the landlord.
She said she 'rescued' it from a guy who had something like 50 puppies. To me this means she bought it from a guy running a puppy mill, thus giving him money and encouraging him to continue. Instead of doing something like calling animal control and reporting him.
Then, I found a broody cemani on a nest on eggs that were supposed to be for OrrpeopleShe's got her own space now and I'll let her sit, but those weren't for her, darn it!
And one of my Call drakes has a limp. I checked it out, no wounds, no signs of bumble, no heat or swelling in the leg, so hopefully it heals right up. I'll be keeping an eye on it. Also, he needs a name. Something sweet, since that seems to be the theme for my Calls.
Oh, for the love of duck!!!
