Well, they must have heard the news about Colonel Sanders, because the chickens have abandoned the bucket. I don't have a clue where they are laying eggs, and it annoyed me a great deal yesterday to have to buy eggs at WalMart.  None that I buy compare at all to the size and flavor of Grand Mad Farm eggs. Since the flock has decided to live under the house, I am thinking I will block off their access and put together a warm little spot for them for the upcoming cold season and encourage them to leave eggs where I can find them, preferably high enough to discourage snakes. 

The chicken coop that John and crew built for me was put on wheels.  My neighbor built the trailer, but didn't think to put the coop on the trailer in the right direction, so the wheel blocks the chicken door.  Of course, it is way too heavy to turn around, so need to figure out what to do there.

Amber the hunter brought in a headless rabbit the other night.  I don't even want to think about where the head went. I didn't go look for it.

Chemotherapy was postponed due to an infection around my incision and I have mixed feelings about that.  I am certainly not looking forward to the treatments, but would like them behind me. I should find out this week when they will start.  I am thinking there will just be a month where it might get a little rough, around November. I do have to be thankful that I even get a shot at a chemo after all the sad stories I hear from people who have friends that didn't make it since pancreatic cancer is usually discovered way too late.