You throw one little holiday at me and my blogging rhythm folds like a peep in a rainstorm.
(Your simile is a little muddled Cupcake... don't you mean melts?)
Hey, it's early in the morning... though you might not know it looking outside. It looks like dusk.
Not only have we had deep overcast and on and off showers, it has been foggy at the same time, which is rather unusual for our area. Everything is dripping, if not with rain, then with condensed fog that gathers on the trees and falls off.
It is glorious.
Damp air, not too cold, the streams are running again and one could... if it weren't burned into our psyches .... almost forget the harsh drought we just went through.
I rather thrive in this environment.
Oh, I'm grateful for a barn full of wood, and Bruce at my back, but the damp soil and dripping eaves soothes me to my bones.
The poor chickens aren't quite as happy about it. Especially Ms. Amber and Little Miss who are deep into their molt and are walking around the run hunched over in misery. It won't be too long I hope and they will be in full feather again. I'm doing my best to help them with extra treats, and an occasional can of mackerel to speed their recovery.
The coop is harder to keep clean and dry in this kind of weather. However, on the happy end of the equation, Lydia has decided to start laying again. So she and Ms. Amber are taking turns presenting me with an egg. Sometimes both on the same day!
Yesterday I went out in the afternoon to give them some kitchen scraps and collected an egg in my coat pocket. I put Sunny in her pen and then went out on some errands to the next town. I was gone for a couple of hours taking care of this and that... when I got to the post office to pick up a package, I put my hand in my pocket... and there was the egg! I had forgotten all about it. I offered it to our postmaster, but he said one of the other employees had chickens and she was always bringing eggs in to work. So I brought it home and put is safely in the egg basket.
It's going to be interesting getting old and forgetful.
I have decided to regard it as adorable.
That's my strategy.
I'm old, and I'm adorable.
(Don't forget delusional.)
Too late. Already forgotten.
:-)
Not only have we had deep overcast and on and off showers, it has been foggy at the same time, which is rather unusual for our area. Everything is dripping, if not with rain, then with condensed fog that gathers on the trees and falls off.
It is glorious.
Damp air, not too cold, the streams are running again and one could... if it weren't burned into our psyches .... almost forget the harsh drought we just went through.
I rather thrive in this environment.
Oh, I'm grateful for a barn full of wood, and Bruce at my back, but the damp soil and dripping eaves soothes me to my bones.
The poor chickens aren't quite as happy about it. Especially Ms. Amber and Little Miss who are deep into their molt and are walking around the run hunched over in misery. It won't be too long I hope and they will be in full feather again. I'm doing my best to help them with extra treats, and an occasional can of mackerel to speed their recovery.
The coop is harder to keep clean and dry in this kind of weather. However, on the happy end of the equation, Lydia has decided to start laying again. So she and Ms. Amber are taking turns presenting me with an egg. Sometimes both on the same day!
Yesterday I went out in the afternoon to give them some kitchen scraps and collected an egg in my coat pocket. I put Sunny in her pen and then went out on some errands to the next town. I was gone for a couple of hours taking care of this and that... when I got to the post office to pick up a package, I put my hand in my pocket... and there was the egg! I had forgotten all about it. I offered it to our postmaster, but he said one of the other employees had chickens and she was always bringing eggs in to work. So I brought it home and put is safely in the egg basket.
It's going to be interesting getting old and forgetful.
I have decided to regard it as adorable.
That's my strategy.
I'm old, and I'm adorable.
(Don't forget delusional.)
Too late. Already forgotten.
:-)