Sunday, I spent a fun-filled morning doing more domestic chores, then motored off to run all my errands with The Pepperoni in tow. He was scheduled for a spa session with his favorite groomer.
First, we dropped off recycling at the transfer station - where he poked his little head out of the window all the better to receive oohs and aahs and the accompanying head pats - then we had a nice visit with my friend, Marianne, and her granddog, Henry - a French Bulldog puppy. Henry, as adorable as he is, is very mouthy and was a bit much for TP and my sandals.
While TP was being pampered by Casey, our very favorite groomer, I ran six errands: pet store for litter; grocery store #1 for cat/dog food (on sale and coupon); grocery store #2 for $.99/# chicken for Scrappy's food and chicken bread; filled gas tank; Home Debt for screws for roof; grocery store #3 for $1.89/# ground beef for more Mr. Honey-Bunny food; then back to the groomer.
|He now collects lint. All over.|
|The beautiful shades of Summer.|
By the time TP and I got home, I was wiped out. I usually do all my errands on Saturday so that I have a day to recover - and do all the other stuff. It didn't work out that way this past weekend, so I just had to be satisfied (ha) with what I was able to accomplish. I did get two gates made for the never-ending duck project. This has made my rather complicated system of moving ducks in, out and around easier. I am also working on acclimating the pullets so that they can be integrated into the big coop. I will have to get some pics of the Salmon Faverolles. They are such interesting-looking chickens - sort of like owlets. This is working out, most of the time. I figured it was at least a way for them to have a fighting chance at having access to water during the day - living with the KY Babes means that every available water source is empty within a half hour. Last night, however, there was a blip. I had gotten invited to go out for wings and mojitos by a group of women that I really like. Problem is - and always is - that they are all retired and I am not. I figured I could spend one hour. Well, not surprisingly, it was so much fun I spent two hours and didn't make it home until it was pretty dark. I had to search around for the poor pullets - Bunny, the bantam rooster, and his fav girl had made it over the fence and into their coop. The rest of them were huddled here and there and had to be scooped up and hand-delivered. Then the KY Babes had accidently shut the door to their home before they were in, so they were out and hysterical. Then the Anconas were out and it was all alien now because it was different - as in, dark. It took forever to get them all shut in for the night. So much for socializing.
And on that note...one of the women said to me as I was hustling away from the table, "Oh, that's right - you poor thing - you have no life!" Wha? Au contrare! I have the life I love! I felt rather smug, as they were all sitting around mitching and boaning (as Mama Pea would say) about their husbands, the time on their hands, blah, blah, blah. Pfft. An hour later, I was feeling a tad less smug after charging about in the dark after ducks and pullets.