Ok, so I finally have taken control of the computer again, temporarily. (Husband is working on CAD stuff, and it takes a lot of computer time. When I was at the substation, they actually wanted me to work. Guess it had to happen... Heh)
I have been not on the go too awful much, not much more than usual, but I did end up being a driver for my dad. He had to go have his check up for polyps. Which means he was given a colonoscopy. All I know is, they put him in a twilight state for it, and Dad passed with flying colors. He doesn't have to go in again for 5 years, and since he wasn't allowed food for about 4 days, (you are limited to soups and broth, as well as the meds that... encourage cleanliness, internally), he is now, and I quote, eating like a horse, anything not nailed down is GONE.
Having mentioned this to some of his friends, they gave him an "atta boy" as several of them had mentioned they either had family or friends that had problems because they'd put it off, one even mentioning the dreaded cancer... Dad just shrugged, he was raised by a nurse, and if he's told he needs x thing done, he just does.
I meant to bring this little thing for moral support for Dad, but didn't get it to the hospital. The kitty lights up, and bless him, it was promptly dubbed "Colonoscopy kitty" by Husband, as there is a red light that makes the kitty glow. (Which I couldn't make work and take the pic at the same time, sorry...)
So, he was not able to drive home, and I had to sign the release to say I was taking him home. (Which led to several jokes about my Designated Driver status.) He did well, and said he wasn't sore, and is feeling quite good.
Which is the best thing I could hear!
In other, farm-y type news, I was all set for some chicks. I had been discouraging the hens from getting broody, whipping away the eggs and keeping the birds from having some place to put the eggs for 'hidey nests'. But, decided I, it had warmed up (at least compared to February, when they normally decide to have chicks), and I kept the eggs in one batch, even going so far as to put some marble eggs in with the regular ones, to make it look like a big batch of eggs, I ended up with 5 fake, and 13 real eggs. And ta-da, one hen decided it was settin' time. I started keeping track, it looked good, almost a week went by, and she was just jumping off the nest long enough to eat, drink, yell at the amorous younger rooster (who is a total wimp... Dare I say, he's hen pecked?), and then back on the nest. I was pleased. I wanted to have the batch be from my own flock, start building them up again. Then day before yesterday, I went into the hen pen to a smell... like something dead. None of the birds seemed riled up, but Husband suggested I check for a rat. No evidence of a rat, but I noticed that she who was setting, was getting off the nest when I came in.
So, I just figured she was a little on the hungry side, and threw some food down, checked around again, nothing, shrugged and left.
Yesterday the smell was, if possible, worse. I looked around again, just saw the normal poop, nothing like a dead bird or rat 'signs', so I just left open the door and let them out, so I could air/clean out the pen. That's when I noticed broody bird went out with everyone else. And there were only 4 real eggs left. I shooed her back in, and she did settle on the nest again, but today, nothing doing. I checked the eggs, and they were cold, and had a sheen of egg yoke. So.
Cleaned out the nest, and I guess I will either try again later, or just buy chicks next year.
Darn it... Stupid story morals.