This is not "As the World Turns," but it is as my day goes, and as your day goes! What we do, and what we accomplish is important to each one of us. It is fun for me to read what you do with your day, and no doubt you enjoy reading what I do with my day as well. Sometimes this becomes a little repetitive as there are times that our day doesn't vary much. But if you and I think about our day, we do have special things that happen to us, or we make happen that makes our day special.
It was hotter earlier this morning than ever before this season, and even walking starting at 6:30 a.m., it was already hot. I was wondering if my doggie Scooby would be able to stand the 2 hour plus walk, but he did fine. I think walking early as well as having water there for him to drink as much and as often as he wants makes a difference. He has no choice because I walk with him on the leash, but Rand bailed out on me! He figured it was just too hot to be out there walking. This is one of the very few times he has bailed out on the walk, as he usually stays with Scooby and I for the entire walk! Carol said that he did not come into the house, so evidentely he came and laid in the shade, so he was happy, and probably wondered why we were so crazy to be out there walking when it is so hot! On my last round I pulled 2 bags full of weeds loaded with seeds to bring back for the turkeys and the chickens, and they all just went wild over them, especially the turkeys! When I would stop to pull weeds, Scooby didn't want to start walking about, especially when I was almost finished pulling weeds. I think it is called inertia! You are fine when you keep walking, keep working, but once you stop it is sometimes not easy to get started again. I might pull weeds for the chickens at the beginning of our walk before Scooby gets hot and tired, and it will be easier to keep him going! At least he was good to finish our walk, and I wondering if he would finish, but he did pretty well! We had a chicken get out of its house, and probably flew over the fence, and was outside, and I was thankful that chicken was still near. The chicken though she would hide from me by crouching down in the weeds and grass, but I saw the grass moving, so back to the chicken house with that chicken. Their house looks like a bomb shelter, and it is very secure for the chickens. I turned over the wood pallets, and that left smaller cracks for the to escape, so maybe they are more safely confined!