This discussion is good therapy.
So, I got to visit Henry and the gang today. On the way there I managed to turn a corner too fast and dumped a 50 pound bag of chick feed inside the truck, the small granular stuff. My husband started laughing, and I yelled, "Oh, noooooooo!!!!!!" as it spilled out.
Then when we got to his work and he opened the door, it all spilled out on the parking lot and made a huge cinder cone. Luckily I had a big bowl of greens for the flock and was able to use it scoop up a bunch of the feed. I saw a woman watching me in disbelief as she chatted on her cell phone, probably narrating the whole stupid thing.
When I arrived at Henry's country horse farm accommodations, I was a sorry, dusty mess, and my huge farmer's hat and hand print on my left boob didn't help.
He's doing great, and the chicks are super sized and super sweet. The woman's little girls were fearless and climbed into the small coop with one Henry and three Henry juniors and the hens. Yes, I'm quite worried about microbes and Marecks and all that fun stuff. But such is life as a chicken, especially an evacuee chicken.
On the way home, right there where I had to turn to get back on the freeway, was the Anderson outlets where my cats have been hanging out this past week. I stopped by to say hello, thank everyone and play with them for a bit. I'm waiting to see what happens with the smoke and will bring them home this week. The people there are so friendly and in love with their work. It's the most amazing critter command center I've ever seen.
But I did have one burble of news: Turtle bit his rescuer and is under mandatory quarantine for ten days. I immediately repeated her words and couldn't stop laughing. There's just something kind of funny about sweet Turtle being quarantined. She said the rescuer wasn't hurt and she even giggled herself, which made me feel better. When I told my husband he laughed, too. We don't know why it's funny, though!
Some spot fires started up nearby, but other than that we're figuring things out. We can't relocate to a hotel. The nearest one is in Chico, a good long distance from here. So we're doing our best to treat the kitchen and family room as a safe room and are washing walls and sealing it off. I also rinsed off the entire outside of the house and washed away a dusty layer of ash and soot.
Henry is coming home on Monday. She also welcomed eight horses and twelve goats. I know she'd like the chickens to go home soon. They're better off here in their large yard, but Henry likes horses, so I know he's going to miss his country rescue spa.
That's all for now. I'm wondering how the other BYC evacuees are doing.
@orrpeople are you home yet? Is your house okay?