Poor Freddy !

I'm pretty sure that Freddy misses the girls that now have a new home.  He spent the day walking around the back yard, crowing every few feet.  He was also looking around some of the spots that the girls liked to congregate.  I am pretty sure that his crowing was his way of calling to the girls that were missing.  It took several hours before he finally stopped.

What's really funny is how they are putting themselves to bed in the evening.  I think this might be the perfect amount of chickens for us now.  They seem to have decided that four of them get the older, lower perch in the coop and the other four get the newer, higher one.  Freddy has laid claim to a spot on the newer, higher one, of course.

It's funny how the Beast isn't concerned about the chickens under my care when he goes to Chicago for two weeks.  He's worried if I can take care of Baron, our Doberman.  I told him that when he goes away for any length of time, I only have one day when Baron is depressed.  After that, he accepts the fact that his *buddy* will return in due time.  Of course, this will be the longest time that the Beast will be gone.  It's usually for only a few days or a week, at most.  I'll manage.  Baron will start hanging out with me after the first day.

Poor Baron doesn't understand why the Beast is going anywhere without him.  He tolerates his going to church but is always waiting for him to come home.  He becomes more animated then.  This will really test his patience.

There were five eggs laid when the Beast checked this afternoon but they weren't done laying.  When he went out to check on the chickens for bedtime, I have no idea how many more he found since he went to bed shortly afterward and I was busy folding clothes in my computer room.  I'll find out in the morning.

I wanted to go the Walmart since Cee said they cut the prices on all their candles and I am almost out.  But I couldn't get out today due to being on the phone with a couple of my doctor's offices.  I had to wait for the nurses to call me back so I could set up an appointment with them if they thought it necessary.  I suppose I could have gone out since they call me back on my cell phone but I really didn't want to talk to them about my problem out in public.  I didn't get the call back from my gastro doctor's office until after five so I said the heck with it.  I had to let him know that the pills for the IBS-D are not the ones for me.  It broke through today.  What a mess!  I really hate going through this.  But he told me that, if they didn't work, he had others that he could prescribe for me.

Well, time to try getting ready for bed.  If this IBS-D keeps up, I'll be up all night.  Say a little prayer for me.  Love you all.  ***Hugs***