My days are beginning to find a rhythm. Baby is up at around the same time each morning, goes to bed around the same time each night. As for naps, well, that is a different story entirely. Our darling little daughter does not like naps. She fights them furiously, whining and crying when tired, as though sleep were a punishment. She also doesn’t usually stay asleep for more than half an hour at a time. There are the occasional one hour naps, but those are a lovely respite from the norm. But I digress.
On a sad note, we lost one of our chickens, Sandy. She was a Delaware, which is a fairly rare heritage breed from, ahem, Delaware. She was a good chicken, though admittedly not one of our favorites. We have (had…) two Delawares and found both of them to be the least friendly and most skittish of all our birds. Poor Sandy, though. She had been limping for a few days, though there was nothing visually wrong with her or her foot. The day before she died, I noticed she didn’t come for water when I let them out in the morning, and continued to sit by the window in the coop all day. The next morning, Patrick offered to let the chickens out (I usually do it), and found Sandy dead in the coop. I’m really glad it wasn’t me- I’m no girly-girl, but I think I would have cried. It is what happens, though. Farm animals get sick and die. I think it’s actually good that our first experience was with a chicken and not, say, a baby goat. Not that chickens mean any less than goats (I love our chickens!), but they definitely have a lower ‘awww’ factor. And hey, this means more room for additional chickens in the spring! Always the silver lining, eh? 🙂