It's frozen roads and stoking the stoves at our house. The noisy guineas and the lone rooster crowding the porch for hot mash and warm water.
I rescued our little red hen from her doomed first effort to hatch a batch of eggs in a briar thicket by the root cellar. Poor thing! she had hid out for a week on her hidden nest til I tracked her back in the snow after she showed up for water and mash. She had bravely been setting her eggs that almost certainly were damaged by the extreme temperature during her time of laying them the 2 weeks before.
My husband Dick and I got an old wood box in near the heating stove, dumped several inches of sawdust in the bottom and then straw. It took "Goldie" a while to settle down to it. She is a dandy girl, happy and warm now. were she to have success it would be on Valentine's Day. It would be a miracle if any chicks hatch. She has 14 eggs.
It has been quite a wrangle on the forum over theism vs. atheism, hasn't it? Twice I have thought "Enough!" But I have this time now, being winter and indoors so much to read, reason and write about the ideas others have put out on the subject. I am not facile with writing or the computer so it takes me a bit of time to participate. and I needed to sort it out. at least a little.
I am a hunt and peck typist.
Soon I need to go off the forum. I have to finish straightening our old house. When spring comes, we'll have to fix up the fence for Dick to bring down his little team to work the garden. He is old now, no getting around it. He's 80. He is fit but with long hard years of work and an embarassment of broken bones. I'm 61 and have fought cancer this past year--and, maybe, beaten it.
Our youngest child graduates this June. She hopes we all will save the date and our money to travel across the country to Williiamstown,Massachusetts. Our oldest daughter reserved a house big enough for all 9 of us should we make it.
I left the JWs in 2009. It has been years with richness and trouble and heart-aches. My father got sick, stayed sick and died. My hsband broke his leg. My oldest son was sent to prison for drugs and returned. While the interim was filled with turmoil among father, sons and my own efforts to work. then my own sickness, diagnosis and treatment and now recovery. And we moved.
But life is good. I am so glad I didn't have to go through this as a JW.
Take care. I'll check this thread from time to time. Good place to hang out.
Maeve
P.S. If she hatches any, I'll croww about it here.