Well, out of 40 Houdan chicks, we are down to 37. The three died in the interim brooder I had construcated in the breakfast nook when one of our two heat lamp bulbs died the day they arrived a (due to near-freezing ovenight temps, the barn brooder was not worth the risk with just one lamp). One died face-first in the waterer, the others squished by their buddies in random panics, oy vey. It's hard to lose any, but sadly par for the course. But they are absolutely loving their regular barn brooder now, the same one we used in 2019, and are scampering all about, napping and eating and cheep-cheep-cheeping and investigating the dirt clumps I give them with glee....seriously, they are so fun to watch. With temps in the 60s and 70s in the day and 40s at night (an unusually warm spell for April in Northwestern Oregon!), it's definitely feeling like spring! In about 4 1/2 weeks they should be ready to go to the mobile tractor I built them, and will have until fall to get big and awesome :)
We've had some seriously glorious, unseasonably warm April weather which meant a great Monday trip to the beach with the pup, who is getting a lot better offleash. Considering he's a senior dog, it's a benefit that he has basically two or three sprints then just quietly trots nearby, haha...
Our boy has also proven, like our past girl Lucky, to be obsessed with the sun, passing out on our newly stained deck for hours on end, and chasing the small bits of sun inside, as you can see from this corner patch in the living room :)
And finally, nothing like celebrating things that were already there when you first moved in. The magnolia tree is in bloom, one of the few good (albeit misplaced - it's behind the woodshed completely out of view!) things planted on the property before we bought the place, and the mass of white daffodils. Our former next door neighbor had shared with us that the woman who owned our house absolutely hated all the daffodils (one that the neighbor's grandmother had planted generations prior, as our house was her grandma's originally), and dug them all up and threw them in the forest. Yikes. Well, fortunately some of those bulbs survived, so we have random patches of daffodils, yellow and white, in and around the forested area of our property. Odd story but lovely story of survival. (And who could hate white daffodils? I dunno...)