The weather has been nice the last few days for a change so it was time to start tilling up the garden. Unfortunately, the engine on our trusty 25 year old Troy Bilt Econo horse tiller went out with a big, loud bang last year. We really like having a garden, so a new tiller it was. We did debate about renting one, but decided in the long run, we'd just rather have our own.
Before we bought the new tiller, Tim had ordered an engine that was suppose to fit the old tiller. Well, guess what? It didn't, and it seems there isn't replacement engines for it. That's not what the internet said, but I guess you shouldn't believe everything you read.
My chicks are 5 weeks old now, and it would be really nice if they were outside. We are still getting night time temperatures below freezing. Three of the Golden Comet chicks just don't get that you don't peck the hand that feeds you. The smaller one we call Penny, is still friendly. She is in with the White Crested Black Polish chicks. They are also still nice. I can tell them apart because one has black on the top of it's beak. I still don't know if one is a rooster yet, but I'm leaning toward no.
I have been very busy cutting out 6 inch squares for 5 quilts to start with and more to follow after I finish those. I'm just going to tie those quilts and the next quilts I will try the quilting attachments on my sewing machine.
Poor Chip was neutered a couple of weeks ago and my mother-in-law said he has a higher pitched bark than he used to. Chip had some problems after his surgery. He could only walk a couple of steps and the sat down in a hurry. There was no way he would wear the E collar, so he had stronger pain pills and a strong sedative to take to knock him out. Then, because he licked the incesion, it got a little infected. He's back to his old self now. Even Jake was worried about him.
Michaela has learned how to turn in circles so right now, she's turning and turning and turning, making herself dizzy, falling over and saying "Uh Oh", her favorite words lately. The other day, there were some deer outside and the dogs saw them and ran up to the window, barking at them. Michaela ran up to the window and barked at them, too. She also now howls like the dogs. You'd think she was being raised by wolves. I don't know what she'll do when she goes to daycare when Amy is going back to college.
I finally have an appointment to see a dermatologist about my hands. I sure hope the doctor can figure out why my fingers crack and what to do for them. I have so many things I need and want to get done. Well, the dryer is calling me and it's not even towels calling me to fold them, it's shirts that need hung up, so I'd better not ignore them.