… has flown by. I still occasionally cough, but I’m 99% at this point. I did some long-delayed work on the chicken coop today, and found that my stamina is essentially nil after a month of sitting on my ass. At least I didn’t require hours of recovery time, just a few minutes after particularly physical effort (beating a 1″ x 10′ galvanized pipe into the ground for use as a post, for example) then move on.
After several months with no sightings, I’ve had to make two possums go away in as many weeks.
Three of the new chickens started cuddling together in one of the nest boxes at night instead of on the roosts. About the same time, the older girls took to laying their eggs in a corner instead of in a nest box. I decided to block off the nest boxes completely for a couple weeks to see if I could convince them all to sleep on the roosts. Without the option of the nest boxes, they did what they should’ve done instinctively from the beginning. Tonight was the test. Part of today’s work was unblocking the nest boxes and cleaning them out. Even with the nest boxes accessible, all nine birds settled in on the roosts. Now if they’ll start laying in the boxes, all will be well.
On Monday I had my first tractor job in response to the signs I put out a couple months ago. A neighbor two houses up reached out. He had to put his dog down and needed a grave. Considering the circumstances and the proximity, I only charged him $20. Plus it took maybe fifteen minutes once I got there.
His property comes down and and L’s over directly behind mine. It’s swampy and not worth much but it would add a little over half an acre and would give me a rectangle instead of the odd angles at the bottom of the back yard like I currently have. After I finished the hole, I asked and found out that he’s open to selling that little piece. I’m currently looking into the cost of a survey and the other legal requirements of such a transaction. Hopefully I can get him to agree to a price that I’m willing to pay in addition to the administrative costs.
My dear wife did something really special for me this week. Well, she did it last November but the finished product came this week. While visiting my mother on Thanksgiving, unbeknownst to me, she got a picture of the house that I grew up in but had to move from at age fifteen after my father died. She then sent it to someone to have them paint it onto a canvas. I felt bad because I didn’t recognize it at first. The picture was taken in 1988, two years after we moved, and the new owner had replaced the half brick/half wood columns on the front porch with 4x4s, and added rails to match. I knew it looked familiar, but the rails kept me from recognizing it immediately. And it has been thirty-five years. I finally figured it out, and the painting now hangs on our living room wall. I still dream of one day winning the lottery and buying it back. I know, you can never go back, but I still want to.
And that’s about it since we last spoke.