I had high hopes that the broody hen would have given up and gotten over her wanting to hatch a few baby chickens but, it was not to be. Today she was sitting on six eggs. She is even willing to adopt eggs that are not hers. *Sigh* When I picked her up out of the nesting box, she just lay there on the floor like she wasn't willing to give up her urge to nest. Oh well. C'est la vie! We will just be picking her up a lot, I guess.
I was thinking of having the Beast pick up three or four of those phony eggs you put in the nesting boxes to *train* your hens to use them for laying their eggs and making up a nest for her on the top shelf. If we put her on it one of the times we have to take her off the real eggs, perhaps she would be satisfied. Of course, there would be no chicks but it might, finally, get her over this drive of hers. I'm just grateful she is the only one that is broody.
Cee and I went out today to check out a restaurant that her son had recommended to her (great food, including steak and lobster) that had good prices for what you got to eat. We sat at the bar to look over their menu and prices and, of course, we had a couple drinks while we were reading the whole menu. The drinks were excellent and Cee finally found a bar that made her Manhattan (straight up) perfectly but even served it in the correct glass! We decided to keep the place to ourselves and use it as our secret get-away spot where no one would be able to look for us.
We had one of those when we used to go out after I dropped the Beast off at the rehab center every day. Not that we went out every day but we did get together a few times a week. Cee did it to get some free time away from Frankenstein and I did it to relax from the stress of dealing with the Beast and his paralysis and nasty treatment of me due to his frustration. I needed that time and so did Cee.
One reason I love having Cee here is that she and I can talk freely with each other and know that it won't go any further. I missed that when we moved here permanently. When we had moved over to the other coast, at least I could and would drive to Ft. Liquordale at least once a month and stay for two days or so. By then, the Beast was pretty much recovered and could fend for himself when I was gone. Now I go over to her apartment at least once a week so I can completely relax. At least the Beast no longer questions me WHY I want to go there. I just tell him that she is my sister and I like to spend time with her. He's finally stopped asking me like I need to have some special reason to go there.
I put the chickens away tonight because the Beast had church. It was funny because the chickens all came toward me, very excited, because they knew I was going to give them corn before I closed them into the coop. As soon as I throw down the corn, any stragglers head into the coop. Tonight I had to forcibly remove the cat from the coop. She wasn't through playing with them. She wasn't happy about it but, once I put her outside the coop, she accepted it and ran for the deck. Once I got up on the deck, she got her petting that she expects from me. It's kind of a ritual.
We got 10 eggs from the hens tonight and I now have 9-1/2 dozen eggs in my fridge. I have to give some more to Diane and Dennis and my next door neighbor. I guess I really should put up a sign about selling the eggs out on the main drag and then other signs pointing the way to our house. There is NO WAY we would ever be able to use all these eggs....LOL. My sister, Bee, laughed when she told me how many eggs our 12 hens would likely lay per year. Yikes! It's well over 2400. What to do? What to do?
Time to go to bed now. I'm beat. Love you all. Have a great Hump Day tomorrow (today?). ***Hugs***
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