Most of what we've been focused on over the past week or so has been inside the house more than outside, and we'll get to that in a moment below the cut. Right now though we're watching the rapidly melting snow covering the last areas of the growing areas, and thinking about the strangeness of the weather. We have predicted snow in 7 days, but instead of waiting for Memorial day for anything the way we normally would, we are considering planting early plants such as radishes, lettuce, mustard greens, and cold hearty beans. Given that the weather has been so strange all winter, and we have a bit of a glut of a few varieties of seeds it seems like a situation we can either get something good, or just have to re plant later.
What has our primary focus been? A sick critter. For once it isn't something he brought home from interacting with the bunch of germ factories that other kids are. I actually brought this one home from work, and got leveled by it for a few days. The critter has also been leveled by it for a while, and as healthy as he's been, having a sick kiddo has been fairly exhausting. If nothing else it's exhausting because he hasn't been sleeping well which means we don't sleep well. I mostly bring it up because we haven't had a lot of focus to go around because our focus outside of day to day tasks has been on him.
The one place we have been focusing other than the small person is the chickens. It's not because something's going wrong, it's because the chickens have gotten VERY bold. They are now bold enough that it's tough to move around anywhere in the yard without tripping over a chicken. Every step around the yard there's a fluffy soccer ball cuddling up to my legs, or pecking at me for attention or food. I have to admit, it's not a problem I'd ever expected to have! Mostly I've been getting good at moving my feet in such away as to knock grumbling poultry aside without hurting them. The other thing about the chickens is, we found a puff of red and white feathers that would normally indicate a fox strike, and a missing chicken. The lady of the House and I both double counted a few times, and everyone's still here. We didn't see what happened, but one of the red chickens is missing a few feathers, and is still around. We can only assume that between a fast chicken, a big rooster, and a really protective turkey, the fox wasn't able to make good with its strike. I don't think that by any means indicates an immortal group of chickens, but I do think that it's good to see a failed strike by a predator.
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