Quick Change

Wow!  I wasn't prepared for that!  Got dressed as usual yesterday, but it didn't take any longer than the walk down the hall to know that a tank top wasn't going to cut it.  Almost shivering, I put on a jacket.  A cool down was predicted, but I'd anticipated something a little more gradual.  It was 51 degrees at barn time.

I was on a business call when another call came in.  (Don't you love call waiting?)  For a minute there I was juggling back and forth like an executive until I could conclude the first and devote attention to my brother-in-law, Stan.  He was acting as intermediary between the Chicken Lady and myself.  Between the two of them, they arranged for Stan to pick up all seven chickens for him to deliver here this morning.  That's a triple gift:  I don't have to leave home, I get the chickens, and I get to see Stan!  Of course, that meant a quick trip to restock with two new metal trash cans (I learned my lesson with plastic barrels) and bags of scratch and lay pellets.  Bess got her two cookies, one outside and one in the house, and then stood looking at me.  "Ahem, Mom, haven't you forgotten something?"  Well, yes, I had.  Regardless of where we go, she always gets half of a lamb treat when we get home.  She'd been traumatized as a pup, hated getting in the truck, and for fifteen years has gotten a reward for being a good girl.  Even with the two cookies, she got her treat.

I got a treat, too, when I got a text from Deb saying they'd be up this Saturday.  Two companies in one week!  My cup runneth over.

That morning chill wasn't a fluke.  It barely rose to mid seventies and I wore the jacket most of the day.  How long has it been since we've seen honest overcast and no smoke?

It was a good day.