Every now and then I have to get off my ass.
Yesterday I bought #100 of chicken feed for Landlady’s babies, and today I had to deliver.
The children are going through about two gallons of water a day. Landlady’s waterer is working well, with little waste, and they can’t crap in their water the way the bald ladies do. But I do have to haul water every few days.
100 pounds is just about enough to fill one garbage can. If current rates of consumption hold good, this’ll last 3-4 weeks.
Don’t they look cute and delicious? Every day I walk around the perimeter, looking for signs that something’s been trying to dig under the fence. So far it only happened once, and the concrete stopped them.
One of the unexpected pleasures of moving to the boonies is that you become knowledgeable about … shit. Indubitably coyote, about 15 feet from the fence, but it’s the most recent deposit I’ve seen and it’s two weeks old.
I wanted to use Ian’s tractor yesterday, and found the battery dead. I hope it’s not a harbinger of more trouble. Anyway, I took it to his powershed and put it on the charger overnight.
Now let’s see how he runs…
Wow! Practically started on the first kick! Me happy.
(What? That’s my face. I’m Mr. Tacticool.)
Joel how is that waterer set up? Does it have a nipple drinker on the bottom of the bucket?
Yeah. And it works so well I wanted one for my own ladies. But the local feed store doesn’t sell them.