Hey, ya gotta vent somewhere!
I SHOULD wear a mask when I cut brush, mow, clean the stalls, clean the hay shed/chicken coop/"fill in the dirty spot here", but I can't breathe. I don't get enough oxygen through any of them when doing heavy work, and despite what they all say, none work well with glasses or stay on properly. I'm legally blind without my glasses, so taking them off is NOT an option.
Anyway - anyone else having trouble with sunscreens this year? I was using sunscreen left over from last summer, but they weren't working even with repeated applications. SO I tossed them and bought fresh. I'm on can #3 and none of them work well AT ALL. 4 hours on the mower yesterday and I look like I belong laying on a plate with a bowl of butter next to me. These are the big names too Coppertone, Aussie Gold, and Banana Boat. Those are ones I KNOW I don't have allergies to.
I swear it's the sprays, which are nice to apply if you are alone, but I don't think have the coverage power needed to really work in the real world.
I'm going to drive into the city this week, maybe I'll make it to Trader Joes. I've heard good things about their brand.
On the garden front, I watered long and deep yesterday while a mowed (read - I turned it irrigation on and forgot about it while I mowed.)
The 5 week old pullets; louise, tina, aunt gale, linda, annie, ollie, and edith have spent the last week free-ranging out with the big girls during the day and have been going back to their little cage in the shop at night. They never ranged very far as the world is a big and scary place. They were very happy in their patch of 18 inch high uncut hay with the patio umbrella over it. Come lock in time last night I had DS toss them in the BIG GIRL run for the night.
The big girls ignored them, while they excitedly ran around the run and coop exploring like kids on Christmas morning. Then came roosting time. The Big Girls and the Roo all took to their normal spots while the babies continues to play. We put the security camera on live and put it on the big screen in the livingroom and kicked back to watch.
As the sun set, the littles chirped their little heads off, not knowing were to settle for the night. They tried everywhere. It was like the chicken version of Goldie Locks in there. At one point they snuggled on a perch directly BELOW the Roo. I swear the whole line of hens above them, looked at the rooster and said "OH HELL NO!" The whole row of hens and the roo, smashed clear over to the left window to NOT be near the noisy things. Then the whole group of littles got up and danced around the coop, pinging from floor to bars, to the floor, to the nest boxes, to the floor, before racing out to the run roosts.
Outside I have three big girls that ALWAYS sleep out there. Astrid the Icelandic has a spot on a birch branch, and Amy and Bernadette- who share a brain- sleep on a horizontal ladder. The three sat snuggled in their spots, cautiously watching the hyper ping pong balls bounce around their zone. The littles were up, down, up, around, over, through, dancing in the food trough, climbing the ladders, playing on the swings, inside and outside, up and down again. They finally figured out if they climbed the ladder, they could jump on the big birch branches. From there they could jump up to the horizontal ladder, which of course moved Amy and Bernadette. From there it was just a hop skip and jump to try to take over Astrid's branch.
Ever though of stealing property from a Viking? Ya, well the littles hadn't figured that one out yet. I mean, she certainly can't NEED the WHOLE branch, it's 5 feet long! Well she does. The littles made it up there, but Astrid kept creeping closer and closer to them until they only took up 12 inches of the branch, at which point she kept poking them in the head. I sent DS out to move her in the coop.
The littles managed just fine, even though Astrid took her spot on the perch shortly after dawn. The littles are down off the perch and scratching about and finding out the ROOSTERS are LOUD in person! I'll let the whole group back out around lunch to free-range again and see how the two groups split up and go ranging. Now it's time for the littles to learn the big house is home and to go in when called. Herding chickens is, well, like herding chickens.
Have a great day all!