Friday, September 14, 2012
Good from bad
Good things come from bad sometimes. The boys always try to sleep over in the hen house, but because of Squirty we had a nightly ritual of putting them in the chicken tractor. Every morning was wild they were frantic little guys trying to get at the girls all at once, it was really quite annoying. Last night in the mood I was in, I just didn't care if they slept over with the girls. My spoiled rotten baby was gone and everyone else didn't seem to mind. So the sleepover happened. And this morning when I let them out the usual rowdy chaos of girl chasing just wasn't there. It was very peaceful and kinda nice for a change. I can't quit looking outside to make sure everyone is safe. I hope today passes with no more losses. Our woods that were once beautiful now seem evil to me. I look out there and wonder what is lurking and watching my birds.