Since Dustin had plans last night with his D&D crew, I went to visit my parents. I wasn't feeling well (thanks to the complete lack of sleep the previous night), so I almost didn't go. I'm glad I did. I got to play with my feathered friends, whom I absolutely love. Two of our chickens (Noel & Khaleesi) are broody right now, so they've been separated from the others until they start laying again. They knocked over their water and it made the bottom of their mini coop a watery shitty mess. So by the time we all got home from work, they had loads of crap caked onto their claws. Now, try to catch two angry broody chickens with shit all over them to put them back in their freshly cleaned coop when they want to be in a nesting box in the main coop. Gross. It was probably quite the spectacle. My dad was outside BBQing steaks and watching mum and me try to corner them. Hilarity ensued.
Noel, Khaleesi, and Bijou a few weeks ago
Nellie was a sweetheart, though, as usual. She comes right to me and never puts up a fight when I approach her. When we get our next set of chickens, we'll get them younger so they're a tad more friendly. We got this bunch as pullets, and some of them are just completely unfriendly.
Titus pretending Nellie isn't right behind him
And Titus, poor Titus. He is so sensitive to sudden movements and when they dart around and pass him in the yard, he visibly shakes. He wants to eat them so badly. He mopes around and stares at them longingly.
Dad made these gigantic New York steaks and baked potatoes for dinner last night. I probably would have had ramen since I would have been cooking for one. Not only did he feed me last night, but he sent me home a couple more steaks for tonight.
After dinner mum and I looked through my most recent progress on our family tree. I'm focusing on her mother's side right now, since she'll be down to visit in a few weeks. I keep a physical journal for new information and leads and stuff. This is some serious detective work. I hate when I think I'm onto something and then the lead turns out to be a dead end.
Then we watched Burn Notice for several hours and I didn't get home until midnight. Dustin didn't get home until 2ish and I was still wide awake at that point. I took a warm shower in an attempt to calm myself, but I was just really jazzed up for some reason. This does not bode well for my healing (just getting over a cold or something) or our trip to Pennsylvania next week. Think healing thoughts!