This week has fallen under the heading "Never A Dull Moment". Besides the monster snow (any snowfall, in my humble opinion, over two inches BEFORE November is a monster), there was Flora's seasonal wheezy, raspy, snotty nosed self; Bernie decided - overnight, mind you, that she no longer cared for the kind of dog food she was being served; I discovered SEVEN pullet eggs laid next to the house, behind a fence, in amongst the depleted rhubarb; there are three flat tires on my garden cart.
So...I gave Flora her second dose of wormer (and extra apples), a big handful of comfrey and tomorrow I will give her some Vitamin E/Selenium. Hope that boosts her immune system, as I don't want her to develop pneumonia, which then involves daily injections of penicillin. She is getting up there (10 y/o) and has had respiratory problems since she arrived at the farm. But she's a sweet old gal and I'd do anything for her.
Luckily for Bernie, I had been planning on transitioning to a different food (read: less expensive), and just happened to have gotten a small bag to have on hand. She inhaled it. I swear my animals would rather eat at McD's than Sardi's. Scrappy, however, would happily eat anything, anywhere, at all times.
Since I now get home in the dark, and my mornings are so much shorter, I have not done perimeter checks of the chicken yard and totally missed this pile 'o eggs. It looks as though two pullets are involved, so that is hopeful. Now, to get them to lay in the nesting boxes. Too bad they don't have any older hens to show them the ropes (dripping sarcasm).
Air in the tires is on my list for the weekend. I will spare you the gory details of my weekend list - you all know the drill by now - more hopeful than do-able. But, "hope springs eternal", as they - whoever "they" are - say.
Can't wait to "Fall Back" Sunday morning. That should throw me off for at least a week! Hope you all have a wonderful weekend - forging ahead, falling back, or just standing still!