That what Michael said about Jo when I discovered that she was laying and immediately eating her own eggs. She's done it all week. It's a new development and I doubt that I can break her of the habit. I don't know about that girl. She's always been different. She's made permanent peck marks on the top of each of my feet. She doesn't like me handling the other chickens, either. She flares her neck and challenges me. My fantastical theory is that she's got too much testosterone in her body. I make excuses for her. I should never have named her Jo, maybe she has sexual identity issues and/or is trying to establish herself as the dominant bird. The truth is, she's always been a mean old biddie.
On the canine front, my dear little Slip made a trip to visit his vet yesterday. He has a wound that opens up from time to time, it bleeds and scabs, then heals and starts all over again. I thought it was a puncture wound from a low branch all these years. I thought it was a wound that wouldn't heal because he's been sentenced to take a steroid called dexamethasone for life. Steroids can slow down healing.
The vet said that it is probably not a puncture wound. She said his breed is especially prone to hemangiomas and hemangiosarcomas. She said that they are usually benign and that's what I am choosing to believe. My overly simplified definition of hemangiomas & sarcomas is that they are tumors of the blood vessels and are often found in the spleen, the heart or the skin of dogs. His trouble spots really do look like the picture she showed me. She said not to read about it online because it would scare me. She was right.
We are not going to try to race and "fix" anything. It is what it is. He's had it for years. We may eventually have to excise the area if it continues to ulcerate but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. He is 13 1/2 years old. He doesn't need the stress of being poked and prodded and spending the day in a strange place. He's my sweet little man and my brave, brave bird. He is a superior navigator and a most excellent bed warmer. Life will lose some of its luster when he leaves. But he's not going anywhere for awhile.
Thirty days have gone by and I believe that I have posted here every day. It wasn't my intention at the beginning. It happened spontaneously which is better than having planned it. I needed to be here to work things out in my head, then I needed to be here to vent. I needed to be here to share and I am now ready to step away for a few days.
I plan on fixing the pvc hoops more permanently to my 4x4 beds so that when we finally do get that two weeks of cold, cold weather, I will be able to wrap my spinach and lettuce beds in plastic so they won't freeze. It should be a nice weekend to be in the garden. It's supposed to be in the 80s through the weekend. Glorious!
A poorly ending to a month of daily posts. I am sorry, truly I am. I waited too late to write anything meaningful. I am getting this up just under the deadline at five minutes to midnight. We'll meet up again in December. I'm off to read a book. I suggest that you do the same. Goodnight to you, dear friends.