We had a really nice, relaxing weekend. It was too short, but they always are.
Steve had a ridiculously late night at work on Friday, and didn’t get home until after 9pm. I’d had Mom and Dad over for chili verde, and by the time Steve got home, all he wanted was chicken and rice soup! He was beat. So he took the weekend really easy, did a bit of mowing and a lot of resting.
Saturday morning I got to watch a chicken being butchered. I feel confident that I could handle the trauma, now that I know what to expect from each step. I’ve had no interest in my extra roosters, and as badly as I thought I wanted a Silver Laced Wyandotte roo named Carson, as the little bugger matures, he’s just not very likeable! The Buff Brahmas are much more affable. So I have a feeling I’ll be trying my hand at some home-strangled roaster! I’d like to thank Jenny for allowing me to witness the carnage
Afterwards, I got an impromptu lesson in the mechanics and operation of a walk-behind zero-turn mower. I’ll be trying it out this morning, as the pasture needs it again already. I’m steeling myself as we speak! It may not be pretty, but I bet I get it done.
Steve and I treated ourselves to a delicious fried chicken lunch at a local diner after all that excitement. And yes, even though I’d just witnessed a chicken meeting its maker, I thoroughly enjoyed my lunch. The rest of our Saturday was spent chillin’ out max and relaxin’ all cool, in the infamous words of the Fresh Prince.
I got in 2 bike rides on Saturday, and Sully and I did 6.6 miles on Sunday, in spite of below average temps and gusty winds. He was spooky but good until we ran into a wagon pulled by a couple of misbehaving Halflingers. I wasn’t sure how he’d react, so I made the snap decision to voluntarily dismount as soon as I saw them; boy am I glad I did. I’m not sure I could have controlled the 12-foot monster he turned into as they approached! He almost got away from me anyway! I had to walk him out a little afterwards before I got my nerve to get back on him. We were very close to home, and I could have walked, but I didn’t want to reward his meltdown. He was very good the rest of the way, even stood for me to mount.
At one point he blew so hard that he gave himself a bloody nose. That hasn’t happened in a long time.
Over all, I was happy with the ride and how we both handled the things that cropped up. I never felt in danger, and he’s starting to learn to maintain contact with the bit, and my consistency and rhythm is really improving, as well.
The chickens got a little outdoor time on Saturday; then this cold front moved in and it was too cool and windy to sit out with them; I had to put the lamp back on them last night as temps dipped into the thirties. They’d been without it overnight for almost a week. They’re growing like little weeds; about the size of large pigeons now.
Off to mow this morning; then we’ll see what the rest of the day holds!