Chickens in the House

Tuesday night, I actually slept two hours. My friend, the child's mother, wanted to come here to help me as soon as the dripped her children off at the three schools. I let her come at her convenience, so I was awakened by her call saying she was on her way. I stood for thirty minutes as she helped me by tossing what needed tossing and vacuuming. She did the bending, thankfully.

The chickens were released but not fed because I did not want to climb the steps even once to get food.

When she left, I got in bed still dressed and tried to get 45 more minutes of sleep. I didn't. When exbf came, he said the hens were in the front yard, but they followed him to the back door. So, I asked him to get a dirty paper plate and put oats on them to feed them. I as still lying down when he opened the door back obscuring my view of him. "Oh, NO!" He sounded distressed.

I heard him make a loud noise, a start from a surprise. I heard his cane knocking around on the door or wherever. The step out the back door is about ten inches. With his hips being so fragile, he cannot endure a fall out the door onto concrete. I hurried the few feet and looked around the door. He was standing. "Maggie May launched herself from the railing!"

He had not fallen. Maggie May had jumped at the paper plate to get oats. You can imagine how that worked out. Now, the cup or less of oats were all over the floor inside! I just left the door open and allowed both hens in to clean the floor. Exbf looked when they left and was amazed. "They did a really good job!" Plus, they did not poop on my floor. They saved that for the steps and exbf walked it into the house. sigh. I sprinkled DE over the initial pile and over the poop walked up the steps. The million flies on the eight or so places left after I sprinkled DE.

I was exhausted by the time I needed to go tutor. So, I napped. My 45-minute nap really refreshed me before tutoring. However, the short nap wore off fast.

Today, the boy tutee finished the fourth of five projects for art--draw an elephant upside down. So, he did. When our time was almost over, he assured me her could do the other one tonight to have all five sketches  ready for class tomorrow. He has a 33 in Art at this point.

We, exbf and I, ate at the church dinner tonight. I had lots of scraps for the hens--corn chips, tomato, lettuce, shredded cheese, and green onions. Maggie May and Thelma ate eagerly. While I took the short nap, exbf used the weed eater so I could get to the clothes line without walking in knee-high weeds and grass. I love it when he comes on Wednesday so I don't have to cook. However, I did cook, still cooking boneless, skinless chicken breasts. I sent home a hen I cooked, minus most of the breast. He brings back what is left for the hens.

THEN, I took an hour nap while I was waiting for exbf to call and tell me he was home safely. I really think I will sleep soundly tonight.

I have a half-dozen gallon jars, mostly from pickles. I am giving them away because the plans for them were made long ago. I am over those plans. Maybe the woman that helps me will take them to her mother! Keep your fingers crossed her mother is interested. I will have less stuff around here.

Well, this was not an exciting or newsworthy day, except for the hens in the house, but it was tiring. Today was a gloriously beautiful sunny day. But, I hear storms will return. sigh

Your turn
Do you have animals that will clean your floor? Have you left go of valued stuff when you lost the vision momentarily and realized stuff had to go and could be gotten later if the vision returned? Was your day tiring or boring, or was it restful or exciting