Tobie’s having a good week: Since certain properties changed hands a year or so ago and I (untimely, no?) got out of the chicken business, I’ve not been doing as much back-and-forth and so Jeep rides have become a rare treat for the puppy. But my few remaining fulltime neighbors are out of – well, actually they’re visiting towns, and animals still have to be fed. So off we go, bumping along in Uncle Joel’s worn-out Jeep to Tobie’s delight.
Though not always to mine – One thing I had to do this morning was open up S&L’s new chickenhouse to let the few remaining hens out to their fenced yard. Did that easily enough, but when I checked their waterer and found it virtually empty I searched in vain for a way to fill it. The storage bottles were empty and – this being winter – the outside spigots were turned off and drained. I ended up driving all the way to Ian’s place…
…where I store my reserve drinking water, picked a bottle that’s been in storage longest and that I’ve wanted to use up and refill anyway, then driving all the way back to S&L’s and then back home. Which turned a short chore into a long one, but that’s the way it goes sometimes when you’re making it up as you go along.
Took so long Tobie’s gonna get another ride in just an hour and a half because I also have to give D&L’s autistically spoiled horses their lunch. And that’s a whole separate funny story.
“autistically spoiled” Dunno what that means, but I like the sound of the phrase.