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Baymule
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Amazing what a tiny little lamb can do to lift one’s spirits.
Oh no Bay. That was one hell of a storm. So sorry for you. Hugs.It’s been a day. The storm blew the lift up top on the chicken tractor off. Hail and rain beat those poor chickens literally to death. 12 dead chickens, the rest wet, sad looking and worse for wear. Water, poop soup, a couple inches deep, it was a nasty mess. Poor chickens. I took out the dead chickens and moved chicken tractor. I put pine shavings in it, fed and watered them.
Sheep. Eve’s wether lamb, 2 1/2 weeks old was dead in their shelter. I’m thinking maybe he was hit by hail, ram in there and died. Or maybe the lightning strikes scared him to death. Whatever, he was dead.
Other animals were ok.
My sister called. Apple Springs, 9 miles away, made the Houston news last night. Baseball sized hail!
I looked at the car and truck. Car is fine. Truck hood has paint knocked off in circles, no dents. Will call insurance in the morning.
I got extension ladder and climbed up on the roof. It’s covered in strike marks. Will call insurance company in the morning.
I processed the chickens, skinned, gutted and clean. Put them in ziplock bags, in the freezer. Dog meat. Why waste it? I raised those chickens and fed them well. Dogs can eat them. Not exactly what I planned, but better than dumping them in a hole.
Carried off chicken guts to dumpster. Coming down driveway, Sentry had something at the fence. Another mean snapping turtle! I wonder if it’s the same one? I hauled it 10 miles away. Hope it gets crushed by an 18 wheeler.
Chores. Came in for a much needed shower. Oops. I forgot Dandelion. I put her in the dog crate while I showered. She took 4 ounces and is now cuddled in my lap asleep.
I feel like I’ve been beat with a stick.