I'd arranged to pick up some pullets on Sunday morning, not that I got a good night's sleep thanks to this cold. So with the girls still sleeping, I drove the hour trip to Penshurst and collected 5 of the 9week old pullets.
And then drove the hour back. Still feeling like crap.
Wanting desperately to insert needles into my gums to stop my jaw from aching (not sure why I think this would alleviate the pain, but I was convinced it would).
Caitlin and Mim were very excited to have chooks again. Michael did some handywork on the chook pen, reconnecting the fence and trimming the nearby tree. I managed to hang around and look (almost) decorative.
The chooks were released into their new home and I went inside to down a couple of litres of water and almost pass out on the couch.
The girls took some afternoon tea and went down to the creek to splash around - did I mention that it was hot? Like 29 degree hot!
That afternoon, I managed to sit up and do about 5 minutes of vague housework before passing out on the couch again.
I also had to monitor Mim's access to the chook pen... "I am the chook whisperer, I get to pick up the chooks" was her rationale after the third time of finding her in there.
So we have chooks again, although won't be getting eggs until closer to Christmas. Hopefully Gomez will be used to them by then and will stop whining and racing around the perimeter of their yard!
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