My weekend started at 6A by packing the Nuggets into their travel crates. This was done under an ominously slate-gray sky. My friend, M, bravely volunteered to transport them to Base Nuggets (my neighbor's), where my 80+ year-old helpers awaited. Sigh. At many points, I was reminded of what it must feel like to herd cats. While I appreciated their cheerful presence and enthusiastic attitude, there was a lot of redirecting, clarifying and more redirecting. I finally took charge (I was born to take charge - just ask my poor sisters) and took matters in hand. That did streamline the process a bit. About one third of the way through the process, the skies opened and it poured. With some fast-thinking (not mine...I was trying to keep the 'help' focused) a canopy was erected and we proceeded through all 28 birds. I could not have done it without them - as slow and sort of scattered as they may have been, they never complained and never stopped. I was also very thankful for the loan of the plucker (I so 'heart' it).
It continued to rain in buckets and at some point you reach a saturation level that give you a devil-may-care attitude about walking around outside getting things done. We sent the oldest of our team home with her Nuggets and my neighbor and I cleaned up the equipment, put things away and sorted out our Nuggets for an hour in driving rain. When I finally walked through the front door - after a thorough Nose Scan by the dogs - I headed for a hot shower, dry clothes and wool socks!
The skies cleared later that afternoon and the sun came out briefly - but I was too knackered to do much else. I slogged around outside and found this:
|I "heart" this thing.|
|The only ones enjoying the weather.|
The chicklets were moved into the small coop and the laundry room-cum-brooder central was cleaned and readied for the Cayuga ducklings that I picked up Sunday morning. After all, why let things get boring when you can complicate your life even more?
I am way behind on my purging - I was thinking that, just last year I would get days behind, while this year those days have turned into weeks. Another snag is that I have not been able to get to Goodwill, so I have a backlog that needs to go out the door before I add too much more to the pile. However, I am determined to get things flowing again by the end of this coming weekend. Heaven help me.