Mid-week mow
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This may be the most exciting blog post in history. Last night after work I mowed the grass. I shit you not.
Now that your pulse has been elevated, let’s see what else I can come up with…… um yea, that’s what I thought…. nothing.
Wired
Yesterday I finished up wiring the back side of the shed/platform to prevent predators from digging under it. This weekend I am hoping to get a lot more done including installing the automatic chicken door and work on the chicken run area. It’s going to add up to a lot of work which will just be a warm up for the following weekend where we get to rip the interior of the house apart moving furniture and ripping up carpet.
We still have both roosters. The chicken lady has been slow to respond about swapping out the birds. I called and left a message for her Monday asking if she was going to be able to keep the roosters for breeding or if she would wind up using them for meat. I said if it was for the latter she should let us know as we will try to find a home where they would be allowed to continue their natural rooster lives. I have not heard back. I also placed an ad on the the Collier yard sale page on FB yesterday which only generated one call which was from someone who mistakenly thought Curly and Kathy were hens not roosters.
When we were at Rural King over the weekend one of the employees said he knew somebody that needed roosters for breeding. Cindy wrote down her number and supposedly the guy was supposed to call us. So far that hasn’t panned out either. It’s really frustrating and sad having to re-home the roosters as they both obviously love the arrangements they have in our backyard. It’s hard to imagine they are going to wind up in better accommodations.
Easter is sneaking up on me, a holiday that always has been very stealth on my radar. Of course this year it will be different as the traditional meal get together I would always have with mom on Easter is no more. It will be another little sting of reality that still seems like it can’t be true.