I Goofed

I went to the feed store yesterday without Bess because I had another stop to make and the feed store is the only place I will leave her in the truck.  I do like it when we go together, though.  The nice guy loaded a bag of sweet cob for the girls and two bags of birdseed while I went in and paid.  (I get two twenty-pound bags of birdseed instead of one forty-pounder because they're easier for me these days.)  Getting back in the truck, I thought, "Oh crum!  You don't need goat food, silly woman.  You came here for chicken scratch!"  I'm out of the habit of getting supplies for the little girls.  Ah, well, I had to go back in and admit my goof.  I kept the goat food...it won't go to waste.

Speaking of the little girls, on several occasions yesterday I saw a few brave souls out of the coop.  They still don't talk much, but at least they're out adventuring.  That's a good sign, I think.  I had asked Dave, owner of the feed store, and his helper dude if they'd ever heard of Delaware chickens.  Neither had, nor had they ever known of semi-silent chickens.  Dave had his own tale of a rooster who had bitten him recently.  It didn't have a happy ending.

I didn't bring two cookies home for Bessie.  I didn't want her to know I'd been to the feed store without her.  One goof a day is enough.