Eagerly anticipating one of our many shared camping trips years ago, our friend Dan would say, "Only one more day and a wake-up." That's me now, looking forward to the last of these dadratted trips down the hill. Today, tomorrow, and done!
BF Betty. What can I say about a chicken who is so dependent? Every single time I step into the pen there she is, asking for a cuddle. A dear cousin called last night and suggested I just stuff Betty into the bib of my bibbies and use that as a baby sling. Betty would love that, I'm sure.
Poor Bess. Because I'd had to put her in the feed room the night before while I chased down the fugitives from the chicken pen, Bess got the idea that was going to be part of our routine. She went in with me while I got the chicken treats and laid down as she had. "Bess! BESS!" She's pretty much deaf; doesn't hear cars drive up or even a knock on the door. I stomped on the floor to get her attention, telling her that no hens were out of the pen and she could come out now. Going about the business of putting the chickens to bed with Betty in my arms, of course, and chores for the day were done.
One more day and a wake-up!