The rain, the grey and the mud are getting quite old. And we lost five more chicks this morning after the goats busted through a gate last night and unplugged the chick heater. Three of them were barely alive when I found them, but I was unable to save them. I think I am depressed, although not clinically. Chronic back pain and sleep deprivation are also taking their toll. We were supposed to go to our Boles in the mountains this weekend but cancelled due to all the farm issues. Which is fortunate because I discovered the chick heater issue before they were all dead. And as much as I deal with the mud and the rain, Tom does at least twice as much.
But I did stop the chores and depressing thoughts long enough to notice our pretty peacock. He was setting on his favorite roost between rain showers. Such a gorgeous bird!And to look at the bright side, Indy and Maddie (and the rest of the critters) are doing fine, although they are sick of the rain and mud too. No one in my family has died (there has been a lot of that lately for friends of mine).
And Tom got a job today that I think he will like. It is working for Skagit Building Salvage. He loves the business and is good at it. It will be part-time so still can get projects around here done. It is less than 1/2 the wages of his previous jobs as a surveyor, but he likes the people he will be working with, it will be easier on his knee, and it is an easy commute. And it will get him away from this mud for a while. I just worry he will bring “treasures” home.