Tuesday, December 20, 2016

1st snow

Path to the coop
The hens refused to go outside today.

Well, one of the California whites ran down the path Chris shoveled, and promptly ran back in under the light, but their snow covered yard stayed free of poultry prints for 2 days.

In the rabbit hutch is another surprise rooster, he received a stay of execution (and another last meal) due to weather.

Breakfast is served
On a positive note, the girls are FINALLY done molting.  Egg laying has started again, slowly.  Indica has refused to eat the store bought eggs for the last couple months (although in cookies she thought they were just fine).  She celebrated with a fried egg sandwich (3 days in a row)

'Kay ready for spring now.

Monday, December 19, 2016

Where we are now

We have the 7 year itch.

I have noticed a trend in our marriage that about every 7 years or so our eyes start straying.  We start thinking that maybe the grass really is greener on the other side.  It's furtive at first - in early mornings before he is up, or late at night after I am asleep each of us cruise the internet, looking.  But we've been together a long time and we know the signs, we hear the hasty trill signaling the monitor has been turned off just as we enter a room.  Our browser history says it all.

And Zillow does not help.

We look at the rolling hills in Ohio, the forested properties in Montana, the hazy Ozarks in Missouri.  We look at property prices, annual precipitation, first and last frost dates.  Is there a wood lot?  A natural spring?  How far to the nearest Costco?  How close is the nearest neighbor?

Then we look at schools.  Is there orchestra?  Color Guard?  What is the scores in math and science?  Is there a Junior Roller Derby team close by?  

And we know we are where we are supposed to be.

Plus seed catalogs are arriving.  Soon we are distracted from what could have been by our life, this life we have built together.