baymule
Sustainability Master
Coffee is ready! It’s a rainy, drizzly morning and 54F degrees. Sheep are huddled up in their shelters. Dessa, the ewe with the dead lamb, is doing better. She kept up with the flock yesterday. Time to start chores, but I’m all snug and warm in my sloppy sweats and cuddled under an afgan. No ambition. Dirty Birdies on the porch need their tubs cleaned up this morning. 5 minutes later you’d never know I just cleaned them. Already looking forward to them being in the freezer. Even in a chicken tractor moved daily or twice daily, the Cornish Cross are some nasty poop masters. That’s why I call them Dirty Birdies.