Wow, my black fly post was my 1,600th, and I didn't even realize it! Wow. One-thousand, six hundred . . . and one . . . posts. That's a lot - and I'm NOT a post-every-day kinda gal!
So, it's really too bad that this post is going to be so boring! I just don't feel like I have much interesting to say right now.
My folks came out on Sunday afternoon for a too-short visit. With other obligations pending, we'd set aside 3 hours, but it was one of those days when those 180 minutes went by in a FLASH, and they were heading back out the driveway before any of us knew it. My mom brought me four flourishing little lettuce plants that she had started from seed; all different varieties, and Dad insisted on spending some time "doing" for me. So, I had him split wood and haul it to the house. It was soooo nice to unload the wheelbarrow today and have a nice little stash in the wood boxes again!
This afternoon, I brought the lawn mower down from its winter storage up by the trapper cabin. I need to find out what kind of oil it takes. (Tom?) I already bought a couple gallons of high-test gasoline for the small engines, so maybe I can get a little mowing done tomorrow - collecting the cuttings to give to the chickens. I love the enjoyment (and health) that the chickens get from the lawn trimmings, but I really dislike the laboriousness of unhooking, carrying to the chicken yard to empty, and re-attaching the collection bag. That thing seems to fill up SO quickly! But, as I said, it's worth it for the birds.
Speaking of birds, I found a dead Americauna hen this morning. She'd just tipped over after roosting some time last night. At first, I thought she was one of my favorites (Pearl, one of the only chickens I've named), but she wasn't. I made a mental note to check my files to find out her age . . . but only just now remembered (and that file isn't on this computer). I'll try to remember to count tomorrow, but I'm down to something like 9 layers. Yikes! I wonder if it will be slim pickin's, egg-wise, come the colder weather of fall and before the new pullets begin laying around October?
Aside from grass finally greening up and needing a trim, nothing much else is happening around ye ol' homestead. No unusual animal sightings, no pretty blooms popping yet. Just leaves beginning to uncurl and weeds demanding my limited time. :)
And financial woes . . . but that's a complaint for another day. Besides, who wants to end on a down note? "So, did you hear the one about the dyslexic guy who walked into a bra . . . ?"