It was all mighty fine.
Then I went out to shut up the chickens for the night and instead of figuring out where all the teenagers are perched and putting them into their little shelter, I am going to let them roost where they are tonight inside of the coop. Here's some pictures.
The two smallest teens were on a high perch in the corner. That's them. You think one's a rooster? One's a hen? We'll just have to wait and see who crows and who lays. But I'm thinking...
The other four were huddled up on top of the shelter where Flopsy is still sleeping with her baby. That's Curly Sue in the middle. She's no banty. I don't think that big black chick beside her is either. I'm calling that one Bertha.
They're so sleepy when it gets dark. They're almost in a coma and they let me pat them which brings me great pleasure. They're so soft, those babies.
Now here's Elvis in his little nook in the hen house. He sleeps alone these days and maybe that's because it's hot and maybe it's because THE HENS JUST NEED A BREAK!
I stroke his beautiful feathers too. He fusses a little but he lets me.
These are some of my older hens. They gave me five beautiful eggs today, those sleepy old girls.
Anyway, I shut everybody up and told 'em good-night and came on in. Mr. Moon's watching that Hatfield and McCoy thing. I have watched some of it but I just know it's not going to come out well. Too much shootin' for my taste.
It's been a good day here on Planet Earth, for me at least. I sure am grateful for that and for all the good food out of the garden and my funny chickens and the eggs they give me and for my husband who tells me he loves me all the time and thanks me for every meal I make, whether it's a Sunday dinner or not.
And oh yeah- that Esquire Magazine which came in today's mail. Did you know that Bill Murray has six sons? SIX???? I didn't. Until today.
I'm full and tired and I got some work done and tomorrow I'm going to go see my grandboys.
Yeah. Feeling pretty okay. Feeling really rich.