A lot of the snow is gone now, by tomorrow there should be very few white patches left - welcome back muddy everything but at least the flocks were happy!
I had a minute to snap a few funny pics of the girls today, here's a preview - more to see in The Chicken Diaries, just click and enjoy.
Cold feetsies cold feetsies cold feetsies -
wait, can I eat that?
So this morning the vet came by to float Jack's teeth (grind them so they make a smooth chewing surface), she said he was at least 25 years old if not more(!), some of his back molars are worn down to the gumline... Poor old man, at least he can eat more comfortably now.
After Thursday night's episode he's only allowed grains soaked to a porridge consistency, I was pretty scared to give him his first meal tonight but thankfully it went well once he realized he didn't have to shove his whole face in the bowl and get it up his nose!
How I love this boy :-)
On a more serious note. I still don't know what I want to do with my life. On the one hand, I'm enjoying every minute of pretending to be some kind of farmer, having no set obligations and just soaking in life. On the other hand, shouldn't I "be" somebody? Having a job, making a difference somewhere? Being a productive member of society - you know?
I don't know if I'll ever live down the guilt, or get tired of being a hermit, or have a proper answer when people ask "so, what do you do?".
If only I could find a way to reconcile all those loose ends.
/end of Musings post/