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Not so fast with the flip-flops, said old man winter.

Winter weather made a comeback this week, here in our neck of the woods.  I’m back to wearing layers and breaking up frozen waterers in all the coops.  A short but heavy snow shower came through on Friday morning.

I dried the daffodils that I brought in last week.  I’ll turn them into some project.  Or perhaps I’ll just keep them in this little bowl and enjoy them as they are.

Another shipment of chicks arrived on Wednesday.  Boo was quite excited and welcomed them to the farm right away.  I thought they looked good and healthy, unlike the ones that we got the week before.

The excitement of receiving them was soon dampened, as these started passing away within a day.  Of the 31 we received 10 have died.  Beyond heartbreaking.

In other pet news.

Peanut, developed a lump on her snout.  Overnight it went from a lump to her whole snout being swollen and the skin broke open.  I thought it was an abscess, which I tried to drain unsuccessfully.  A trip to the vet and lot of money later, I had to make the decision to make her as comfortable as can be for whatever reminder of time she has because really that is all that I can do.  She could have two weeks or it could be two years.  She has a mass on her saliva gland, but because of her other health problems combined with her advanced age, it is too risky to put her under to do a biopsy much less surgery.  Oddly enough, this is the same location that the tumor was removed from Mr. Cottage just a few months ago.  Hmm…

Peanut and Winter.  Little Winter adores Peanut.

So, I will double up on the hugs and kisses, and maybe the treats too.  She will know that she is loved and that we are glad she is our little Peanut.

You know what this has just been a horrible week.  There – I said it.

While trying to cope with sweet little chicks passing away right and left and our sweet little Peanut in crisis.  I’ve been down most of the week with a particularly ugly case of the flu.

Winter sat on my legs most of the days watching murder mysteries on TV with me.

I said, hey Winter, listen closely – (s0 she leaned in for a good listen) I said – you are a chicken.  Chickens don’t hang out inside the house watching TV.  Chickens do outside stuff.  They scratch in the dirt, eat grass and worms and poop.  OUTSIDE.

This is the look I got.  Seriously, is this a stink eye or what?

Spirea – one of my favorite bushes is beginning to bloom.  I believe it to be the Bridal Wreath variety.  Something beautiful to look forward to next week.

Thank you for being here today.

xo Kim

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