Sorry I was watching my show when you called. Today was a day of major multi-tasking. I worked in the morning, and the dog had a vet appt at 2:30 for his bordatella vaccine. At 2:30 I was also expecting the guy to do the spring maintenence on the heating system, so I couldn't leave the house undone. Then he showed up at 1-ish, so it made getting out a little hectic. And of course the dog is all sorts of excited because there's a strange man in the house. The vet's waiting room is about the size of a bathroom, and I figured an appointment in the middle of the afternoon would equal a full waiting room, a situation that doesn't always bring out the best in Tucker. But he did well. I was able to get more syringes for Jack, so Ron won't run out, and then I went to pick up extra food for the furries too. The new girl who works at the feed store raises mini-lop rabbits, so I snuggled with one for a time while we talked. SO cute. And all black, so it would have fit in with the rest of the family just fine, but I resisted. When I got home I hand-hemmed the new dress I made so I can bring it with me, and made dinner, got a couple necklaces done in the studio to send out to Milwaukee tomorrow, and hunkered down to watch America's Next Top Model. Now I am going to finish folding laundry and stuff like that. I will see you tomorrow!
Love,
Ruth
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Dear Ruth,
It was great to see you for 2 days, and then to know you were in the state for 6 more.
Hope the show went well tonight, and that all your furries are feeling whole again because you are back. This includes Ron, your very own Bichon.
Among all our talking, did you tell me about the camera adventure mentioned in previous blogs? I can't remember.
A fox got into the pasture again this afternoon, and this time killed 8 of the laying hens, leaving them where they lay, scattered over the 2 acres. We have 12 left now, with 2 roosters. It was very sad. The remaining flock is going to be heartbroken not to scratch around in the pasture anymore. I don't think I can make that fence fox-tight. As I walked over the pasture I could see where the hens had dug spots in all the leaves, digging up bugs. Remember when I told you the whole flock had been out by the farthest edge of the field? I saw all their scratching spots. It was just too much of a temptation for the fox, seeing all that free food.
John S saw the fox, and spent some time in the orchard waiting for it to return, but it didn't. The dead hens I buried in the compost pile and covered them well with rotted manure. What a waste. And I am very sad that I let those hens down, by not protecting them enough. The survivors will be shut in their small pen now until I can figure out a way to keep them safe.
I guess I don't have to worry about the hen that kept flying over the fence anymore.
Love, mom
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