Well, here are the last three standing. Bless their hearts. I suppose I should name the young'un. It could be Dr. Pansaloony but I think perhaps we should just call him Lucky, at least for now. And I am certain he's a rooster. Those three have cheered me all day and it is wonderful to have them roaming about again. Every time I see them I smile. Ms. Gracie even left me an egg in the pump house which I found when I went to collect my clothespin bag.
Thank all of you so very, very much for your sweet messages of condolence. Some of you have been with me for my entire journey in chicken-tending which is a sort of comfort in itself. Glen and I have both been despondent over the horrible deaths of our hens. And we keep asking ourselves- why now? After all of these years. As Ellen said in her comment, we have lost a few over the years to predators but nothing like this. And I don't think that the raccoons and foxes and possums are starving- it's been a good summer with plenty of rain and I'm sure there are rats and rabbits and other small animals galore for them to satisfy their hunger. Have they all just become aware of the tasty chickens here on the Moon property?
I have no idea.
And we've had the same set-up forever. Same coop, same hen house, same doors.
I don't think we'll ever really know although I do feel certain that there may be at least two foxes who have made a home in the back of the property by the railroad tracks. Probably with a family. Across the tracks there's a large piece of land that is swamp and woods. There's no way we can control what comes from there.
So for now, we go on. And perhaps we will figure something out before next spring when it's time to buy new chicks. I just don't know.
I took a walk this morning. I knew I had to for all the right reasons. It wasn't a long walk but I wasn't looking for a way to torture myself. I just needed to move and I did. I hung out the laundry and I worked on the dress I've been trying to make for Lisi. After a couple of hours on it I decided it was completely FUBAR and set it aside and put the sewing machine and my pins and scissors away and put a tablecloth on the table. Gibson is coming tonight for his turn at Mer and Bop's and perhaps we'll eat dinner in the actual room we have dedicated to that activity although we so rarely eat in it.
So it's been a quiet day, not and humid, although it started raining awhile ago and is still drizzling. I want so badly to get back into the garden and I will do that this weekend. I swear it! There are weeds to pull and sweet potatoes to find.
I got a text from Rachel yesterday asking me if I'd like her grandmother's doll which she has been keeping, wrapped in bubblewrap for a long time. She sent me this picture and reassured me that if I did not want it, that would be fine but she thought she'd offer.