No pictures this week, we're really boring. My arm is getting better very, very slowly. If I wore the brace more it would help, but then I wouldn't get anything done.
Steve and I did celebrate out 31st Anniversary, still young, in love, and in lust. Well, 2 out of 3.
My only chicken report this week is that I finally got around to trimming up the butt feathers of one of the Wyandottes. For some reason she had a big crusty patch of poop that was only getting bigger. Now the Wyandottes are very furry/feathery on their hind quarters and butts, but the other one is able to miss pooping on herself. Anyway, after they had roosted for the night I went into the coop, grabbed the offender and took to trimming her with the coop scissors (in only the red light from the heat lamps - no small doing as I thought I was going to cut her). I got all of the poop part off and trimmed closer. She must have fallen asleep while I was doing this because I just kind-of tossed her back in but she just landed with a thud and sat there for a few minutes. She did get up and jump back up to her place. Today, if you didn't know she had been trimmed you would have never known. We'll see how this works.
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