Oh don't even try to go to bed at 8:00pm on a Sunday night.. OK here it is Sunday Night...so tired from canning beans, mowing, etc over the weekend. A mystery occurred. Buckshot was out running the yard, terrorizing the chickens and goats...I ran out the door to get him...oh gees he had the green apple trots all over his fuzzy butt...bath time...in the mean time nickie (the baby chicken) jumped out of his little home on the kitchen table and was peepin so loud like "OH MOMMY...HELP ME!" well I looked everywhere and could never find him, the dogs were staring under the kitchen table, I looked 3 times and never seen it. Finally there it was...in the chair...so I got it and put it to bed like I do every night like a good mama chicken would do. Its about 9:00pm now and I fall in bed with a large whew! Richard starts bellowing like a old half dead moose..." THE GOATS ARE IN THE UPPER CHICKEN PEN" alright I jump up run down to the chicken pen and there they stood. Needless to say I had fence to fix...dark, wouldn't have been if someone would of fixed my light I have been asking for 3 years now....no fixin chicken fence at night. got a couple of boards and fixed it temp til this afternoon. went to the house, got another shower clean pjs, blood pressure out the roof, mad as a hornet, so when you go to bed in that shape you can bet you will not sleep good at all. Another day of bliss!
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