One morning I (after, of course, staying up far too late the night before) woke up, completed the mostly unpleasant task of getting two of the girls to school, put breakfast in front of the crying and volatile third and went out to take care of morning chores.
My dog (always watching out for me because he’s, you know, perfect) alerted me to the presence of an intruder underneath the brooder house.
I pondered the situation, took a picture (who am I kidding, I took five, then my camera battery died), showed Jane what a fox looks like (he was much further away than he appears in the picture) and then made a decision.
The chickens stayed locked up, the dogs were put in the basement and Jane and I went back to bed.
When I woke up, the fox was gone and the rest our daytime visitors were cheery-looking (okay, so the bluebird looks grumpy but I’m pretty sure he was actually super happy) winged creatures.
Today was probably terrible reinforcement of my napping and avoidance habits, not to mention my problem with procrastination…
But hey! I had a great day- the second go around!
Behind the Willows 
Good days are good days, however you get to them.
Sleep is good. Going back to bed when you’re tired is good. Not letting your chickens be eaten by foxes is good. Being awake enough to be good-tempered is good. I think you win on all accounts 🙂
🙂 Oh good! 😉
very sensible…
I like it when the ideas that seem good at the time actually turn out alright in the end too!
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