Gustav, I hate you.
I spent a rained-on half hour this morning chasing wet chickens around the henyard so I could semi-carefully stuff them into a wire dog kennel. Why, do you ask? Because Mrs. I insisted that we turn the back patio into a Chicken Evacuation Shelter. Plywood over the screens, hay on the floor and an 8' long 1x1 screwed diagonally across one corner to serve as a perch for tonite. I even dragged one of the four-plex nest boxes out and set it up in the darkest corner for the broody hens to feel comfortable in.
Ever smell a wet hen? Ever have to clutch one to you to keep her from panicking and beating you to death with her wings? Ever have to try to explain to six chickens crammed into a small wire kennel why they're being fast-marched across the yard in the pouring rain?
Jim, if you're out there and reading this, don't come north or you're gonna get some fowl play.
In other news, my estimation of everyone in the world being evil has been changed.
My truck isn't running right now. We went to the local lumberyard yesterday mid-afternoon to pick up four sheets of plywood and realised too late that the CX-7's hatch is just slightly too small to fit a 4' wide sheet in it, even diagonally.
Before I could get my cellular out to call my brother and tell him to bring his truck a complete stranger drove up and asked us if we needed help. Not loading, but help bringing the sheets home.
I had to stand there and swallow a few times before I answered in the thankful affirmative. He ran inside to get a plug with which to make a house-feed circuit for his new generator, and while we waited with shocked and bemused smiles on our faces ANOTHER guy walked by and asked if we needed help bringing our plywood home. I couldn't believe it, I honestly couldn't.
So. Gustav, you're forgive this time for the chicken wrangling because you also managed to show me that there are honestly a few people in this world who still really care to help strangers in need.
(If you're curious, our Good Samaritan went home with a dozen freshly laid yard eggs and some gas money.)