Chickens wake up early, but sometimes they are loathe to get out of bed. Or off their perches, as the case may be.
Notice they still have their Christmas lights strung on the chicken house. They need to get with it. It’s April!!!
I still have the
Christmas patio lights on the porch, too. I like them.
I’ve been in a funk lately, culminating in a major funk on Saturday. It was cold. I’m tired of cold. I need spring. I was in a bad mood all day on Saturday. Because of the weather. Seriously. That is ridiculous.
I hung out with the chickens for awhile yesterday morning. Chickens aren’t so much cheerful as they are pragmatic. They greet each day the same. As if it’s THE BEST DAY OF THEIR LIVES.
Maybe because they forgot yesterday.
But that’s not the point!
They’re happy enough just to be alive. They make the best of every minute and are excited if you bring them some stale bread.
And much as I would like to say that I was inspired and encouraged by the stalwart pluck and ordinary, everyday courage of the chickens OR that I was simply, quite simply STRONG ENOUGH to overcome the weather–
It was a beautiful, wonderful, fabulous day. I put a turkey breast in the crock pot and called it Thanksgiving in April. I made bread, mashed potatoes, green beans, and dressing.
And cake! I cooked all day, and that is my favorite kind of day.
Outside, the duck ‘n’ buck yard neared completion.
The smaller wire was installed along the lower edge of the field fence in the ducks’ section of the yard, and framing went up for the buck house.
This old box-thing is being converted into a small duck house. It still needs some work–a new roof, and a new entry with a slope the ducks can handle.
These two spools are being used to construct a stile to allow the bucks to go back and forth from the ducks’ yard to the rest of the fenced area.
Each spool is on a separate side of the fence. The whole setup isn’t finished yet and will include some nearby logs placed to help the smaller bucks jump up there, but the bucks will be able to jump up and go across between the yards while the ducks, who can’t jump or fly or find their heads, will be confined to the pond side.
The ducks are so excited. They’ve already given their two-week notice to the chickens.
“You can take this chicken yard and shove it!”
I heard them say that!
Then we had dinner on my grandmother’s dishes. I made everyone say something they were thankful for, and it was a good day. Maybe because it was warm.
Or maybe, just probably, because I decided it would be. Sometimes I forget.