I've been busy this spring, watching my grand baby, planting the garden, trying to get my life back on track. Some days it just seems like there is never enough time.
I needed baby chicks like I needed another hole in my head.
Not everyone can say that. I guess that is ONE of the perks.
I am hoping that as they get bigger, I will like them. So far, I don't really.
I have two little barred rocks that are being pecked, probably to death.
There are two camps, first those who say separate them, put them in the bird cage; and second, those who say they'll make it or they won't, and that's the scheme of things. God's plan.
What do you think?
And all you who love your chickens, please tell me why?
I heard from a friend the other day on the subject, who sent me several links to articles about how intelligent chickens are. I couldn't argue with them.
But what I see doesn't compute. I see aggravation.
Today, I just needed some alone time at the studio, and that's just what I got.
Did some accounting, some shipping, some reconciling accounts, and then finally got some weaving done.
Tying fringe is just better with a Corona.
That's my take, anyway.
I was really enjoying myself, playing with colors at the loom. No pressure. Just a lovely quiet day by myself.
I could feel myself getting calm and feeling better.
I have always needed my "alone" time, even as a child. My mother used to worry about it, I'm not sure she ever got over that.
I have sold about 13 rugs in the past week, so my goal is to replenish my stock.
Three down, ten to go.
But oh, are they ever fun.