It's coming up soon. And, I dread it! My allergies bothering me, making me sluggish. Blood sugar is not under control. I don't want to write now. But, I will.
I lost another hen. This means I must go out each night and close them up in the garbage can where they choose to sleep. It was a raccoon. I think the raccoon comes in that time of the morning when the hens are out and raccoons have not yet decided to retire. One of the new pullets was pulled through the fence. The mean devil-girl from the broiler house is limping around.
She is so mean that the little pullets hide in a corner behind the garbage can in daylight. That is where the raccoon attacked. There must have been more than one raccoon. I wish I had a critter cam and a baby monitor AND a shotgun.
How mean is she? She chases the little pullets around the pen, pecking them repeatedly. Mostly my hens just peck the newcomers when the newcomers stand too close. They sleep all cuddled at night. Daylight is different. The pullets are interlopers in her eyes.
I am trying to find someone to dress her. I will even allow the person to keep the carcass to eat. I am in no mood to learn how to dress hens, especially since I never intend to do so, EVER.
My friend has come to help me clean out things that need to go and to organize the rest. I am physically unable to do so myself. The kitchen is almost ready to take pictures of it and post. Well, when I get my photo program on this computer.
I have to go out to the chickens and face the possibility of coyotes and raccoons scaring the living daylights out of me.
Have you gotten anything spectacular accomplished? Okay, mediocre accomplishments are worthy of a comment.
The days are so pleasant, neither hot nor cold. The humidity is very low.