Jackie came to get eggs from me this morning, so stayed for a mug of coffee and a chat. She's going to Costco tomorrow and wanted to know if I'd go. Nope, Cindy is not to galavant anywhere until those papers are filed. Sad face. But the visit was nice. Happy face.
Made chili under Herbies directions 2 days ago. He said it had good flavour, but wasn't making him sweat. He chose 3 jalapeño peppers to go in, and he added the Mexican chili powder, so after he'd fallen asleep I added another pepper and more seasoning. Yesterday, he ate it again, nope, still not hot enough. Next time I'll try blow his socks off, now that this South African has been schooled on how to make Herbies' American Chili. He said his chili is famous in his family.
It's back to freezing cold outside but the sun is shining. Eleanor bellowed at me this morning because there was ice on their water and she wanted to drink. I'm just a slave to all the beasties here on the farm. Everything iced over yesterday, there was a bit more snow last night so the ground is very treacherous. Who'd've thunk that I'd be pleased to have ridges from the tractor tyre tracks all over the back yard. I walk on them as they stick up out of the ice.
Had 6 broken eggs yesterday. Knew the chickens had moved where they were laying, and checked the sheeps' hay as they sneak under the plastic to lay. Didn't see any eggs, so started lifting hay for the sheep when I found 5 that had slipped down the side next to the plastic. All frozen and cracked. Chucked them onto the path so the chickens could eat them, then found another frozen one in the chicken house. So, as soon as I hear the chicken "I've laid an egg" call, I go egg hunting.
Well, my tea is nearly finished, so let me get back to tax paperwork.