I wouldn't even be out of bed right now except that I forgot to do something for work that I now need to try and accomplish in my semi-hallucinatory freezing cold/burning hot trying to hold it together state. Lucky me. Anyone who touches the keys of my laptop is going to die, its now infected.
Yes, I am the EBOLA MONKEY.
I'm not one of those people who think that every little sniffle is H1N1, though I have had some people suggest that's what my kids had this weekend. Today I'm not necessarily inclined to disagree. Whether its the Hiney flu or just a really nasty rotavirus, its odd for me to be experiencing not only the symptoms of a head cold but also an intestinal virus at the same time. Its too lovely for words. Really.
I managed nontheless to make sure everyone got off to school and got fed today. I might be dying, but they'll all survive another day. Well, maybe the chickens won't. After I let them out of their pen for the day and as I was walking through the gate into the backyard I heard them all start squawking, and then they suddenly ran past me, scrambling for cover. I looked back just in time to see a sharp-shinned hawk swoop down and land on top of the coop. He then floated up to the power lines and sat there, staring at us.
I love birds of prey. Of all of the creatures in the wild, they are my most favorite. And in truth, I couldn't even be mad at him for trying to see if he could score breakfast in my yard. I made sure the chickens were all well under the house shrubbery, though, before I went inside. Hope none of them end up as a meal today.
