In other news...
The chickens continue to lay a consistent 9 eggs a day, allowing me to sell 4-dozen eggs a week and - in theory - leaving 15 eggs a week for my family. In practice there seem to be less eggs left over but maybe we're just using them before I notice.
A little black hen has gone broody. I am taking the eggs out from under her twice a day, leaving the fake eggs for her to sit on. I feel guilty that she is doing all the work of diligently tending those eggs and I am steeling the real babies from her, wasting 3 weeks of her care and warmth. I am considering buying her some chicks or ducklings and slipping them under her when she gets to the 21-day mark, but the whole point of stealing her eggs is to keep from increasing the flock until I've killed some off. Also, I'd much rather get the high-quality chicks from Sandhills Preservation Center than unknown hatchery chicks from the feed store, especially when looking for particular characteristics like egg color.
Our fleet has decreased by two cars! Grandpa sent his Lexis to scrap metal recycling and the Escort followed right behind. We say goodbye to our little brown diesel Ford Escort, one of only about 100 sold as floor models in the United States back in the '80s. Today, the part finally came for Daniel and Amanda's Taurus, so hopefully that will go back to it's home by Easter. Dad brought his motorcycle over from the mainland to take the Escort's spot. Dad also has spent the last week getting the lawn tractor spruced up and chipping away at the long loop around the yard mowing the property.
Grandpa took a spin on the back of Dad's bike after dropping his new car off to the repair shop). Allegedly, this is his first or second time ever on a motorcycle. Way to keep finding new life experiences in your eighties!
Joe has successfully moved his new boat to the Oak Harbor harbor where he and Roni are set to set sail for a trip around the San Juan Islands this week, then road trip back to California in his new car.
The new mandatory duty of all visitors has expanded from helping turn the compost pile to a choice between turning the compost and hiding for the search dogs. Tim, Mom, Dad, Joe, and Alice have all taken turns this month helping to provide some new scents for the dogs.
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