One Thing, Then Another

I may have mentioned that putting a tile floor in the laundry room was a two-day project that took three years.  If not, that's another story for another day.  However, yesterday was deja vu for me.  Confined to the small cage, the growing chicks were cramped and cranky, beginning to peck at each other and the peckee screeching.  It was time to relocate the kids.  Simple enough, but first (and that's the deja vu part), I had to clean up the wire-covered dog run and get the big dog-carrier sleeping room ready.  Before I could get to the dog carrier, I had to fire up the weed-eater and cut down the weed barrier to where I'd stored it under the barn.  There were a couple of waterers in the barn, but two of the three had sprung leaks and were useless.  The carrier needed a new waterproof cover.  (I'm sweating bullets and rain is predicted next week.)  Many trips to shed and barn later, it was finally time to carry the chick cage out and let the pullets free.  I should say that the dog run is only about four feet high, so I'm crouched over in there like Quasimodo.  It is such fun to watch chicks when they realize they've got room to jump, flutter, try their wings, scratch in the dirt, chase bugs under the leaves, and sample a taste of greenery.  Bessie Anne had to be cautioned about being not quite so enthusiastic about herding the little ones from outside the fence.  She was worried about "her" chicks.

The next chore was to clean the laundry room.  While doing that, I threw a load into the washer.  Before I could hang the clothes on the line, the side yard needed mowing.  (There's always one thing that must be done before the next thing can be accomplished.)  Okay, so I jumped on the mower.  Once the side yard was done, it seemed prudent to mow the back and back side yards.  Purple vetch has taken over a couple of areas.  It's a very pretty plant, but invasive.  The Baby blue-eyes are being replaced by lupine, so the mowing is still erratic as I cut around the wildflowers.

Mowing done, washing hung, chicks happy.  It was definitely beer-thirty.  While cooling off, I spoke with my son Pete, who laughingly accused me of promoting caprine porn by posting Inga's bare lady parts.  Yup.  At dusk, all creatures, great and small, were tucked in for the night.  Bess stayed on the porch for a while to watch the sun go down.  The house, for a change, was quiet.

It was a productive day, a good day.  Deb and Craig are coming up this morning and I see another good day in my future!