I could be describing a few different things. But first of all I will start with our little chooklet Clementine. I didn't lock the chooks away properly on Christmas night and I woke to my chooklets screams. Ran out and found my three chooks a bit featherless, but alive. The cage had been dug in by what seems a fox. I locked them in properly. The next morning I gave them a check over and Miss Clementine has literally had her but bitten off.
Knowing the others would peck at her, I popped her in her own area. All seemed well after a bath and application of Pinetarsol mixed with Zinc. The best I could do on Boxing Day. Today she seemed peachy, but just now upon checking her she has maggots in her wound. Google told me to rinse it and apply various lotions, all I have is more Pinetarsol and I added salt.... she has been popped back in isolation and I said a little prayer.
Mr DCT is on night shift. I don't know if it is just night shift, the pattern of life tells me it is. I find it hard sometimes knowing how to be a wife. Tell me, am I the only one that feels this way? There are times that all is well and great - and then there are times that there is that lull. The lull of complacency maybe? I am having difficulty identifying what is normal in a marriage. Is it because I did not have role models that were married growing up? My Grandparents were very old school, Oma serving Opa and Opa loving Oma - albeit telling us all what a great husband he was.
It seems really hard sometimes.
Much Love Rach xo