Good bread and work.

I started a loaf of bread kind of late tonight. Seth is in a bad position and I feel guilty for it. He hates change, it seems. The past year has been full of it. I dragged him to Virginia, married him, made him a father, dragged him back to Louisiana, encouraged him to take jobs, and to leave jobs and now I'm encouraging him to switch jobs again. Something that seems like a really good opportunity has come along. He's happy at his current job and things are going well there so I think he is hesitant to leave.
I can tell it's really getting to him.

He said he wanted bread earlier so I started making bread. I forgot it takes 3 long hours to make so I'll be up until 11:30 or midnight I suppose. Everyone else has already gone to bed.

This time I loosely followed the recipe on the back of my bag of flour. I added too much honey and butter but both of those are delicious so I don't think many problems will be caused. The dough feels exactly the same, but tastes a little better than my previous attempts.


It will be nice to have fresh bread again. It's so wonderful homemade, and so wonderful to make. I haven't done it in awhile. I'd call it laziness, or procrastination.

Sometimes I wonder how people have made it so far with infants around. How does anything get done ever?
I guess it does. I guess it does around here, too, but mentally it all just feels incomplete, in-progress and very scattered.
Thus is life, hm? I'd be feeling the same way without an infant, really.

It's actually no different.

The chickens are big now and I love their soft feathers. They are all pretty sweet and tame. Even though it's a hassle to move them back and forth, morning and night, it's the only time we spend with them besides feeding and watering. It's good that they're so used to us.
I really love those creatures.

Signing off now, as I await a warm slice of bread with butter and honey... or perhaps the sound of a crying child.

Update on the pullets.

I went out to feed the young hens this morning and was greeted by tragedy. Something managed to grab one of the hens through the wire of their roosting area and killed her :(
I knew this was inevitable if we didn't get a secure, more permanent coop built but we kept putting it off anyway. This evening I tried to secure their box and I really hope it will get them through the night for another week or so until we can build something more substantial. Not only is the house a failure but their 'run' is hardly much at all. We are trying to do it as cheaply as possible so right now the frame is an old hay wheel and we wrapped some hardware cloth around it and stretched a sheet over the top to protect from hawks and provide some shade. I also laid a few panels of trailer skirting up against the area in order to give them some protection from the rain.
Right now we are carrying them to the run during the day and then carrying them back to the house at night. It seems to be working out, except, of course, the incident last night.

In other news, today was Seth's last day at work. He doesnt have another job yet, but he's got a few interviews and hopefully we'll hear something soon...