Last week we had 15 chickens. Today, we have 4. I'm not sure what kind of raccoons we have around here, but they seem to have super powers! We thought we had the barn pretty secure for this batch, but now the raccoons have figured out some things. They can actually maneuver the latch on the small door to the outside and climb right in. That's after they climb over the 6 ft. gate to get inside the pen! So, we've put cinder blocks in front of that small door, Chelan repaired a small place in the wall that they pushed in, and last night, there was still a chicken caught! I think we're in a losing battle. Will the raccoons keep outsmarting us, or will we find a way to stop them?? To be continued . . .
I have struggled with writing about the shooting in Hesston - in fact, I wasn't going to post anything about it. However, for the sake of memories, I decided I should at least touch on it. It does deserve a place. It just hit so close to home - particularly since Doug was directly involved. Honestly, I sometimes feel guilty for struggling with this tragedy. I wasn't there, I didn't lose anyone close to me, and, although I know a few people who work there, I didn't know any of the victims. And I get to move on with my life with little disruption. I feel like I am on the outside looking in. But I guess that's okay. I didn't have to be directly involved for this to touch me. My heart is sad for the families of those who died, for those who were injured, for those who witnessed it, for my brother-in-law who will probably replay images over and over, for my sister and my niece and nephew who might sometimes wonder "what if?", for th...
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