I find that the days and weeks just fly by in summer.
Do any of you have the same issue?
I seem to have no time to do anything.
I start out my week with a list of items to accomplish, and barely check off one thing by Sunday.
My poor little Oliver.
He has gone to see his favorite doctor for a biopsy of his lumps (yes, now plural) and we're patiently waiting for the results.
I am hoping and praying for good results and hoping and praying his pain can be taken care of soon.
My heart absolutely breaks to see him desperately trying to stand, shaky as can be.
Sitting takes a while for the little guy too.
Everything right now seems to be difficult for him.
I am grateful now when I hear that bark.
The poor chickens.
Heat and humidity.
They are absolutely miserable.
Tomorrow and through the weekend we're looking at upper 90's and high humidity.
I've been giving them the chicken version of Gatorade and they sleep at night in front of their box fan, wings out so they can feel relief.
A difficult week here.