Of course, I can't list all I did because some of it's secret. Let's just say that I am 90 percent ready for the holidays. It wasn't all work - I got some good cardio-vascular exercise in the afternoon. When I emptied the poultry feed into their rodent-proof (so far) feed can, I shook the bag to empty it fully and sent the Posse of Pearlies up and over the fence - and into the tick/muck/reed/brier infested bog in the no(w)oman's land in the back. Where they stuck together in a little clump and wouldn't move. Soooo, I had to slog down, getting shredded, to herd them back up the hill towards the safety of the fence. Twenty minutes later, they were back where they were supposed to be. Except for Lonesome Georgette, my oddball. Twenty minutes later than the first twenty minutes, she was safely back with the group. While I was messing around back there, I discovered that Sandy had blown an entire 4x8 panel of T-11 off the back of the coop. Said panel was wedged halfway down the hill in some trees. That took another twenty or so minutes to pry it loose and drag it back up the hill. Replacing it will be saved for another day of fun.
I also Chickie-proofed his hay feeder (I hope), put a pumpkin out for my fluffy (they ain't fat) sheep, visited with Melanie twice (!!) when she came to pick up llama beans and drop off bacon (!!!), did lots of cooking, crafting, cleaning, etc., etc. Then I had an Ipswich Swizzle, watched a Christmas movie and went to bed.