Weather Weary

The cloud cover in the evening was more impressive than the dull grey sky we had all day, and that sliver of sunlight was a faint reminder of the bright morning that hadn't lasted long.

Stove and I had had some issues the last time I'd lit a fire, with him pushing out smoke where no smoke should be.  It was my fault.  When Helper Dude swept the chimney, I failed to clean the residue off the catalytic converter that sits under the stove top.  The top is very heavy and since I didn't realize my error until there was a fire burning, I had to deal with the smoke, let the fire go out, and wait a day or two to scrape the creosote buildup off the converter.  While not as cold as it had been, the house was definitely chilly yesterday.  I brought more wood to the porch and decided to see if Stove would cooperate.  Thankfully, he didn't hold a grudge and it wasn't long until the room was comfy.  That's a good thing, because the rain and wind returned during the night and I'll need Stove again today.

The sky to the east was just as pretty as the western sunset as I put the goats to bed.  In the chicken pen, the white leghorn who had been fine in the morning had died.  It's somewhat disconcerting that chickens are not only omniverous, they're also cannibals and have no compunction about devouring one of their own.  I bagged up the remains and put the poor hen in the freezer until Wednesday.  Not the best ending to the day.

I'm pretty tired of this wet weather.