I will admit to a degree of guilt as I drove off in the air-conditioned truck to go grocery shopping yesterday. It might have been possible to stretch the supplies another day or two, but the thought of cool air while making the forty-five minute drive to the store was too enticing. If Bess could have gone into the store, too, I would have taken her along. As it was, I had to look into those accusing brown eyes and tell her I'd be back soon. (Thank goodness she doesn't have a watch.) I used to tell my Kids, "In just a minute!," until one replied, "But, Mama, your minutes take so much longer." It actually was somewhat cooler in town; only one hundred in Diamond Springs as I drove though.
Sheila has come to some sort of agreement with Poppy. Sheila has always been the last to go into the barn at night, trying to decide where she'd be abused the least, but after the last few evenings of finally choosing the sheep, last night she pushed her way in right behind Poppy and went directly to that stall. Poppy really is easy going, and I think it's a match. I like happy endings.
I wish the eggs came stamped with the chicken of origin. Because the different breeds in the big pen lay eggs of different colors, it's not hard to tell who's laid what, but the Silkies.... All I know is that I'm finding a little egg nearly every day...is it just one pullet, or are all three dropping a contribution, one at a time? Ah, the mysteries of life.
It's much cooler this morning...I won't have to run away today.