The first thing I must tell you is that my "dead" hen was somewhere in the chicken house very much alive; last night I went out thinking to collect one egg and found two hens and two eggs... and of course, the useless rooster. I swear I looked in every corner of their small section of the chicken house, including on the nest. The only thing I can figure out is that she somehow got around the canvas curtain that keeps them out of the south half the chicken house and spent the night there; Cliff had put up a canvas to keep the chickens out of the junk he has stored there.
About neighbors and killer dogs: My past has taught me that one does not want to start a feud with the neighbors; no good ever comes of it; now if they were to hurt Gabe or me, I would definitely do something about it.
The lady of the house over there breeds German Shepherds; most of the time, all of them but one are in kennels. Once a day, for a couple of hours in the evening (same time I let the chickens out), they are turned loose. A couple of them run over to the timber at the back of our property and chase deer, which means no hunters will find any deer around, because they've been chased out daily. The grandson did tell the neighbors about that, and the lady simply said, "Yep, that's what they do."
I wish they'd do it on their own property.
So that tells me she doesn't care and has no plans to change anything. If another hen had been killed yesterday, I was planning to simply give the hen away and have Cliff kill the rooster (nobody wants a rooster... they're everywhere). I only let them run free for an hour or so in the evening, and I wouldn't have to do that, but they're so HAPPY when they get a little freedom, and that makes me happy; if we built a pen, they'd eat all the grass and it would only be bare dirt yard; oh, they'd have fun scratching for bugs, but they do love to eat grass and white clover, which makes the yolks of the eggs a bright, healthy orange.
Meanwhile, I'm thankful my two pet hens are alive. Take that, 2020!
Oh, but 2020 had a last laugh on me when I went to the mailbox. There was a bill from St. Mary's Hospital mailed to Cliff, saying he owed $14,145.85 for a surgery done in October 19, 2019. The last surgery he had at St. Mary's was in 2013 when he spent eight days there after his gall bladder exploded. I tried to call them, but it was New Year's Eve. So, no luck with that. I did a search on my blog to find out what we were doing October 19, 2019: We were on a bus trip with our tractor club. And that, by the way, is one of the perks of having a blog.
I've had a lot of Topsy's popcorn the past three weeks: the oldest granddaughter always gets us a can of it with half caramel and half cheese. We were just finishing that can when our daughter brought us another, bigger can, half caramel and half cheese again. That one wasn't quite empty when, on Christmas Day, Cliff brought in a can of Topsy's with nothing but cheese popcorn in it, because that's usually the kind I pig out on. It still tastes good to me, but please, people, no more until next Christmas!
So as I was eating some of my cheese popcorn last night, Blue-the-cat started getting friendly with me.
Never mind my little mess. I TOLD you I was a slob. Sometimes I crop stuff like that out (true confession), but I couldn't do it with these shots. I'm just being real here, as Pioneer Woman used to say before her sponsors made her take all the good stuff out of her blog.
This is as close as Blue got to it. I kept saying "no", and he finally backed off.
I like to read through the Bible every year. I have three translations, or versions, of the One-Year Bible. That gives me some Old Testament, some New Testament, a Psalm, and a proverb each day. If one portion of my daily reading doesn't inspire me, a different portion will. Last year I read the New International Version; this year I'm going back to my roots and reading the King James Version.
I'm still learning to right with my left hand. When I can't think of anything else to practice on, I write down a good portion of my daily Bible reading; today I chose the first Psalm. Here's how that looked:
I hope all of us have a wonderful year. I'm thankful no chicken died yesterday, and also that we don't owe a hospital even $10.
We've made it to another year!
I leave you with a video from Tipper, of Blind Pig and the Acorn. It's pretty long, but you should at least listen to a minute or two of it to hear her lovely southern accent. She is the woman who sent me the ring made from a fifty-cent piece.