E had his first birthday party yesterday and had a wee bit too much sugar, so the little jerk woke up around midnight with a tummy ache and wouldn't go back to sleep for a couple of hours. That means that I didn't go to sleep for a couple of hours either. Unfortunately, we still had guests and I never got around to taking a nap like I wanted, so I'm stuck here digging around for writing ideas.
I did mention my injured hen a while back and how I assumed she'd be dead soon. I was wrong. Instead, her chipper demeanor continued and late last week she resumed laying eggs. That's a good thing. Producing eggs requires a lot of energy and sick hens don't lay, so the fact that she's laid an egg every day since Friday is a good thing. She's eating well, the wound on her neck is showing no signs of the infection that I'd assumed would set in and there's that whole egg thing. I'll probably even move the the two hens out of their temporary digs and back into the larger pen behind the pond sometime this week. I need to find a name for the one missing a chunk of neck skin to sum up her general badassery. I don't usually name chickens, but she may have earned the right.
This post is so worthless that I'm not bothering to read over it, so you'll have to deal with any typos. To make up for it, I'll post portraits of my dogs, Bubba and Bosco.