I’m not really on vacation this week, Gentle Readers, but I am scrambling with a few things, and I wanted you to know that I’m still here and kickin’ and that I’ll return shortly to your regularly programmed blogging.
And . . . this blog post is dedicated to two people: my adorable daught Amalia, who mentioned quite innocently this week that I was probably incapable of writing a short blog post (as if!) and also for Gentle Reader Mark A., who made a wonderful comment on this post yesterday. I suspect that Mark and I are kindred spirits, and I totally wish I had some Amish neighbors, too, Mark. I know that Amalia and I are kindred spirits, which is a huge blessing.
Here’s Mark A.’s comment:
I drove nearly an hour to the butcher yesterday so I wouldn’t have to dispatch of these old hens and ornery roosters, myself. Call me a wimp if you like. It breaks my heart every year to do this, but it’s part of being a responsible chicken mama, especially if I add to my flock every year. Which I do. And especially if I don’t want to go broke feeding all these chooks. Which, I don’t.
After the ordeal was over, (I’ll write about it later, when I’m not on Vacay) I was so rattled and a bit heartsick, too, and I drove off and left my chicken crates at the butcher. So now I will have to drive another hour (both ways) to retrieve my cages.
That’s it. Can you believe it?
Oops! One more thing: I’m linking up to the Barn Hop over at The Prairie Homestead. Join me!
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