The temperature went to 86 degrees today. It was almost too warm for a spring day, but it was lovely in the morning.
I decided to go down to the vegetable garden and thin the lettuce.
I tried to pick around the nettles. (You can see the new nettles growing in the red lettuce below.)
Looking over at the other raised bed that was filled with nettles I said to myself, "I will be down here tomorrow morning with the Prospector's gauntlet gloves and a long sleeved shirt. You are toast. There will be pumpkin seeds planted in this spot, my stinging friends, and you will be compost."
Tomorrow it will all be gone and I will have retrieved my vegetable bed from its clutches. I hope.
I took the handful of lettuce up to the chicken coop and threw it into the enclosure. The hens were so excited. They love lettuce. Squeaky, our banty hen, ran around them grabbing a piece of lettuce and running to a corner, squeaking the whole time.
I went around to the big door and into the hen house and Squeaky greeted me through the chicken entrance.
"Well, Farmlady, where is my "special" serving of...?
She walked over to the feeder with the egg maker grain in it and acted like she couldn't reach into the feeder... like it was just too difficult for her.
"Come on Squeak'. Don't be such a drama queen." I said.
I went over and checked for eggs. There was one in the big box. A pretty, light brown one.
Speaking of Roadies, one of my old red hens came in and started for the feeder. Squeaky saw her coming.
That's how Squeaky is. She always thinks the sky is falling..
Oh Squeak' What am I going to do with you. Life is just not fair and fears can be disabling , real or not.
See you tonight... I will bring some "special" scratch... just for you.