Either Or

Either these Delaware chickens are the most well-disciplined, possibly well-trained chickens ever, or they're scared out of their wits (and chickens aren't known for having many wits).  They tuck themselves in every night all by themselves, and that's fine.  What worries me is that they're rarely out of the coop in the daytime; I know because I keep checking.  Stanley crows in the predawn hours, but not much after that.  The neighborhood gents yell all day long.  Hmmm.  I definitely keep an eye out for the return of the coyote, but haven't seen hide nor hair.  The thing is, I love to watch chickens, busy little creatures that they are, and listen to the hens gossip as they scratch for bugs and take dust baths.  No wonder they call it a hen party.  Maybe these kids just need more time to acclimate to their new home.  I hope they're not living in fear.  I do feel deprived, though.

It was good to get a text from Deb yesterday saying she was feeling some better.  It was so disappointing on Saturday when she called and said she was coming down with something, and, kind soul that she is, didn't want to share it.  It was awful not to spend time with two of my favorite people, but the long drive wouldn't have done her any good and I didn't want to take a chance on getting sick, either.

Yesterday was the Steelers game, followed right after by NASCAR.  Both, for me, were a waste of time.  The Steelers lost to the Kansas City Chiefs and Bowyer came in a disappointing 24th.  Sigh.

Either I'll get something done today, or not.