I am covered in raw egg and dripping wet with chicken poop tinged water.
But I’m not mad. I’m happier than I’ve been in a really long time.
I was ready to write a profanity laden post about why I hate my heated chicken waterer – and I’ll try to work up a good head of hatred when I get to it – but it’s hard to be anything but elated.
You see, I got this text from Nina.
So she called and told me to imagine the best thing ever and I was like, “Is it (best thing ever)?!”
And she was like, “Yes! It is (best thing ever)!”
And I paused to think if I had a guest on the second floor and remembered they checked out yesterday and ran around the house screaming until I had to sit down because I was having a hard time breathing.
My kids were worried because that’s the second time I screamed at the top of my lungs this morning.
I can’t tell you what it is because Nina swore me to secrecy. I’ll let you know the second Nina gives me the okay but not until then because I’m afraid of her Norwegian wrath. I know I wrote a post about her yelling at someone in Norwegian but I couldn’t find it so I linked to a post which is apropos of nothing but kinda funny.
The first time I ran around the house screaming was shortly before.
As you may know, I have chickens in a collectively owned coop co-op. I’m 100% down with having chickens, I love them so much.
Anyway, they are very easy to care for, especially since there are three other families sharing the daily responsibilities.
But there is one thing. My nemesis.
In the warm months the girls drink from a feeder that is easy to fill and stays clean.
The winter, however, requires we use a heated fountain, of which there are very few options.
This one from Farm Innovations is pretty much the only kind out there.
I don’t know why this is the case, because if you read reviews they are pretty much universally loathed and anything would be better than them.
There are lots of great DIY solutions out there but I’m not down for DIY. I’ve tried it. I end up spending lots of money to make something that doesn’t work.
So this morning I went out to look after the girls and ended up with water all over me. Three times. I screamed GODDAMMIT so loudly that Scratchy came running downstairs to make sure I was okay.
If you are ever forced to use this
piece of shit type of waterer, this might help you.
Once I got the waterer re-installed in the coop, I noticed a few eggs which I put into Loony’s coat pocket because I needed to get something from the basement and needed my hands free.
What could possibly go wrong?
I heard that it’s a good thing when cats groom each other, it’s a bonding thing.
I dunno, it seems more aggressive than loving. Maybe they have a Elizabeth Taylor / Richard Burton kinda romance going on.
So that’s all going on. I’m going to change into some dry clothes so I can go sledding without freezing to death. And I need to get my shit together, I’m still hyperventilating.