- Fend for yourself
- Fend for yourself (or hamburgers if Bubby's team loses Monday)
- Fend for yourself
- Fend for yourself
- Pizza
- Some kind of chicken thing
- Meatball soup, whole wheat bread
Yeah. It's sad. But Bubby is done with football for sure after this week, and MC is likely done after this week, and then we can resume normal eating around here. Thank God the kiddos get a good-ish lunch every day at school.
In other news, Rocky's silhouette is startlingly chick-like these days. She no longer has a tail, and her wings have greatly diminished in size. I can finally tell that she's lost some feathers (I can tell that she's growing feathers, too. Cute little pinfeathers everywhere). The good news is the tail is generally the last part of a molting chicken to lose its feathers, so perhaps she is close to done. For a couple of days every time she groomed a feather it would come out, and every time she shook, multiple feathers would fly off. That hasn't been happening for a few days: further evidence, perhaps, that she is coming to the end of her molt. I sure hope so. Rocky hasn't been as naked as she could have been, but it's getting cold (cold being defined, at this time of year, in the context of molting, as below freezing) at night.
I've seen no further evidence of Toasty or Esther molting. Perhaps they are being sensible and waiting until it's warmer. Or perhaps they've read the chicken raising books that say chickens molt when they're 18 months old, which for them will be in November. Yikes.
In other news, I received a clear message of God's loving care for all of God's people the other day. I'm not going to attempt to explain. I'm just going to say that it is amazing to me how God puts so many separate and unrelated events into motion to make His plans advance. Made my scalp tingle. There's nothing that Guy can't do. Except stop loving us.
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