Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
I am not a fan of physicians, okay I said it. God knows I have seen my fair share and I am truly grateful for their care and knowledge, but it's something about their bedside manner that just doesn't sit well with me. That being said, I had a followup appointment with my Primary Care doctor yesterday. She jumped right into the subject of the big "M" as in "menopause" and being an "empty nester." I guess she feels the two go hand in hand. Oh, I say I'm not an empty nester, I have ten "chooks" residing with me. Chooks, what are chooks she asks. Hen's I say. What do you do with all the eggs? Oh, no eggs as of yet, my girl's are still to young. Isn't having a rooster rather noisy, no rooster I say, just girls. No rooster, how do you get eggs? Did I just hear that correctly. Well lookie here, I am going to teach the good doctor something today. I explained no rooster was involved in egg production however, if you desired chicks the process of rooster fertilization,with the end result being a chick. The look on her face, priceless! The look on mine, pure satisfaction! I informed her on my next visit I would bring her a dozen eggs. I'm no fool, I do need to remain in good standing with my doctor. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she opens the carton and sees the range of egg colors. I just hope Pip and Pearl come through for me!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Hon, will you let the girls out? Those were the first words of the morning to my husband, it was around 7:00 AM and he was off to purchase his morning newspaper. My feet touched the floor about 7:45AM came downstairs had my orange juice and looked out the window expecting to see the girl's- no girls. I thought it strange, but it had rained the previous day and night, I figured they were not wanting to get their feet wet. 8:30 AM still no appearance from the girl's, I say to my husband, somethings not right. Out the door I go, as I get closer to the coop I realize the pen door is open. Okay, maybe they are still on their roost, please still be on the roost. No such luck. Honey, the girl's are gone, gone as in flown the coop. The first thought that entered my mind was, okay Winslow has been in the yard since coming home with DH, we heard no barking. Winslow barks at everything. Good sign. No feathers in his mouth, no feathers in the yard. Another good sign. Then I thought about the very large fox that trotted up our driveway the day before. Bad sign. Could one or some of my girl's been this morning's breakfast. I scan the yard, look up in the tree's, and then call out "Gladys", "girls", "Gladys". To my amazement here they come. One by one they trot out from the woods behind their coop. Oh happy day, all ten with feathers intact. In the pen they go, pen door closes, I double check feathers and toes, we both breathe a sign of relief. That was enough stress for one day. And I thought we were empty nesters!