I have no idea what I’m doing with these chickens, and Farmer Tei is in stupid Holland working. I boarded up the coop window, screwed the dinky doors shut, and put a few big rocks inside to weight it down, but I’m still considering shoving the hens into Roo’s dog crate in the basement. Visions of a hot pink chicken scramble flying through the air are making me feel guilty in advance of Irene.
The dogs were extremely annoying and panicky while I brought everything inside, and Superdog, who had a biopsy a few days ago, keeps jabbing that head-cone into my legs in an effort to help me by being in my way at all times and giving me a thousand bruises on my calves.
Be safe, friends!