This is a post not so much about chickens, as much as it is about a mama hen who’s feathers are ruffled.
Because as we all know, “if the mama hen ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.”
And this mama hen is not happy.
It has been a hot summer so far, a very hot, and unbearably humid summer. Made even more uncomfortable by the fact that the air conditioner in our third-floor-two-skylights-hot-as-an-easy-bake-oven bedroom has decided after many years of faithful service to finally give up the ghost and die.
Easy problem to fix, right? Just go out and buy a new one.
But when you have kids in college, sports, and continuing medical costs, trust me on this one, you can always find things to spend your money on instead of replacing a machine that cools you for only a few hours a night for only a few weeks a year. Continue reading