Yesterday afternoon was overcast and rainy and I spent most of it in a chair with a book. Tried to log on once and couldn’t get a connection, and wouldn’t have had anything much constructive to do with it if I could. This morning dawned pretty much more of the same.
Yesterday, with a great deal of trepidation, I let Selma the Last of the Bald Ladies out of the time-out coop. After the chickens bedded down I pulled it right out of the Fortress because I’m tired of working around it. It needs a good cleaning and some minor repair before it goes back to Landlady’s.
Regular readers may recall that Selma is the direct reason I have four young Rhode Island Reds instead of five, so I’m not prepared to put up with any nonsense from her. One fight – just one – and she goes to the Garden Spot. She’s probably one more molt away from the stewpot anyway: She was always the least of the Bald Ladies when it came to egg laying. But she has spent the past couple of months just one layer of hardware cloth away from the newchicks, so they’re quite familiar with each other. There’s been a bit of minor squabbling, but no explosions of mindless violence – yet.
This morning I need to take the Jeep trailer to shit-shoveling and haul off the week’s bounty. Seems to have rained pretty much all night long, so that should be a real joy and thrill. Uncle Joel’s in a grumpy mood and needs his coffee.
Turning off the ‘pooter now. Itsy-bitsy solar power systems need more sun than this.