Midtown Ranch

Hello Solstice.

I greet you with bittersweet joy. You are glorious. Incomparable. I know if I chose I could walk out, at this absurd midnight hour and read a book in your glory.
And yet. You herald the inexorable decline into the cold dark. The endless night and numbing cold. Ice laden wind shields. Heavy boots and gloves and feeble attempts to protect my tender skin from winters wicked bite.

So yes, I greet you in joy and wonder. And feel the conflict as I know days begin shrinking slowly, ever so slightly shorter with each rotation. The fractions of a second suddenly galloping into minutes.

And we begin the long wait for your December cousin.

Hello Solstice.

Lots of busy in last seven months. New house is wonderful. Haven’t completed moving out of old place.

And puppy.

-joking / not joking-
Moving goes thru multiple states of being.
I have achieved the state of despair in packing for our move.

I’ve packed 5 boxes of DVDs. Each box holds around 80 DVDs. We’ve watched few of them. I’m frankly ashamed to own so much useless crap.

Opportunities to purge have been met with resistance and mutiny. I’m purging what I have control over more ruthlessly as a response.

Crazed laughter.

Back at it.

(no advice necessary as then I’ll feel obligated to defend the actions of others)

Where there is life, there is hope.
Took a break from packing and fretting to set 41 eggs. Perhaps we will have a good hatch rate. Perhaps E will make some ‘pin money’ selling extras.

These are barnyard mix from our flock. Rooster will have to go when we move so I’ve been saving eggs in anticipation of his departure for freezer camp.

Chicks are due Sunday March 21st.

We started house hunting when in late June 2020 we learned that the Municipality of Anchorage intended to purchase a building 800 feet from our home to provide daytime homeless services. The MOA has a history of ignoring the crime related activities that accompany our vagrant addicts and deliberately homeless, and name calling anyone who raises concerns over the associated lawless behavior.
We found a house that felt like home, that was a bit bigger inside and a lot bigger yard, in a neighborhood with a fifth the crime.
It’s a 1964 ranch with walk out basement. Not much was wrong with it. Needed a heater for the garage, flooring throughout needed to be replaced, and both bathrooms suffered long term leaking damage. All within our abilities.
Here are a few photos of the work we have been doing.

I was FaceBooking and saw an interesting simple graphic this morning:

I posted to my friend:
I am such a data nerd. I wanted to see what the numbers were behind these percentages. And I do NOT want to clean the bathroom or the other chores I have waiting for me today. Plus a snoozing Cardigan is curled up beside me. In full confession of my procrastination of what I -should- be doing I went Googling to see if I could find out what the US gross domestic product, federal income tax for business and individual, federal spending, etc, were for each year 1950-1959 and each year 2010-2019.As I look at the numbers, I am not convinced the problem is the percentage that anyone is paying. How much we are federally spending is WAY out of whack for how our population has grown and how our GDP has grown.It sure looks like we are in deep trouble financially. As I compare the numbers, I can see that if for the last 10 odd years businesses had paid closer to 30% instead of 10% it does appear that our spending and revenue would be much closer to equal for the last 10 years.I cannot escape the thought, however, that the problem is NOT who is contributing what, but rather, that we are spending more per capita than is sustainable.My two cents. Probably not worth much.Here is my data chart, and here is the website I used to form my chart. Probably has lots of flaws.Probably only useful in that I snuggled my sweet Cardigan Kate, and put off chores for half an hour <grin>https://www.usgovernmentspending.com/fed_spending_1950USmn

The first fruits of our labor.

Pics of current build out. More or less in maintenance mode now. Will add a roof extension on the opposite side of the coop to protect the chicken feed from the elements. Kits are nearly two weeks old. Their eyes opened yesterday.

What I wrote to Dusky’s breeder:

Dear xxx
Dusky kindled about 1 AM this morning.
I checked her this morning 7:30 AM. She was out of the nest box and hungry. She ate with good appetite after several days of reduced interest in food.
The kits were well snuggled in her nest with a good covering of her fur. One kit on the outside edge of the mass of babies was cold. It’s feet and belly were in contact with the rest of the kits when I pulled the fur back, warm which gave me momentary hope that it could be revived. Not sure if it was weak / unlucky and being on the outside edge was enough to kill it, or if something else was going on.
There were 7 kits total, including the dead kit.
I did not count colors, I did not attempt to sex (I can sex adults, babies not so much). I kept my contact with the kits very brief. Dusky was concerned about me messing with her babies. They were vocalizing and she hopped back in and (I assume) nursed them. By the time I’d finished taking care of outside chores (maybe 20 minutes) she was out of the nest and everybody was quiet again. I peeked and confirmed kits were recovered and warm then let her be.
I have the dead kit in the freezer in case you want to look at colors / sex. A bit morbid but these things happen.
Do you have recommendations for ensuring Dusky has what she needs beyond rabbit pellets and hay?
Give a shout when you would like to come over. If you have time while you are here, I’d like to understand rabbit conformation a bit better. Reading is one thing however nothing like someone who understands helping translate word into the animal in front of you. I am working from home this week and nearly anytime will be fine.
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