There is a movie called "Four Weddings and a Funeral". I relate to that degree of busyness, but I cannot come up with such a good title. I could manage, "A Doctor Visit, a Funeral, a Wedding, a Weekend with Evelyn, a Birthday and now Another Damn Doctor Visit Coming Up". Does not have a ring to it at all though it does capture the essence.
In between these events, I have done some laundry, washed some dishes, did precious little house cleaning, mowed the lawn, fed chickens, horses and the dog and the cat. Even managed to get food into the husband though that really wasn't done with the same enthusiasm. I have also gotten a larger chicken tractor built and gotten the chickens moved. I continue to believe that chickens grow the minute you move them into a larger facility. Then instantly, the facility is no longer large enough.
The new chicken tractor seemed nice and roomy. I had made some improvements on the design. It was easier to manage the chickens into it. It is easier to grab feed and water containers out of it. And, strangely enough the day after putting the chickens into it, they grew. Over night, they grew! They were bigger, had more feathers. Their voices had deepened. They have big scary feet like a hawk or something. I figure by next week they will have gone gangsta' and be wearing bling.
At which point, they must die.
Though to be fair, the broiler crosses which have been fairly boring as far as chickens go, did something funny and a bit endearing since going into the bigger chicken tractor. I tie a rope to the handle of the tractor and then tie that to the lawn mower and pull it onto fresh grass everyday. They have been afraid of the sound of the mower and have been running into the coop portion when I fire it up. Now they have become more familiar. When the mower starts they stand around. As the tractor moves forward, they wait until the door of the coop moves to them. Then they step on, like commuters stepping onto an escalator.