I was starting to wonder if I would have a week any time soon where I didn't have a "I fucked up" moment. Thankfully, although this week was full of interest, it was not full of guilt. 

Her wound is looking better and better and she's well enough that when I let her out  to stretch, I have to bribe her with treats to go back in the hospital crate because there's no way I'm catching her. 

Unfortunately, I do not trust the scabbiness covering her wound to keep her protected outside in the dirt so, I have to keep her inside for a while longer just to be sure everything is sealed over with new skin before moving her to the mobile coop to reintegrate with the rest of the flock safely.

Harvested the first radishes from the greenhouse. The beets, turnips, and lettuce are all slowly chugging along. The tomatoes are looking healthy, but the broccoli and cauliflower REALLY need to be planted out soon.

Wednesday we took the car in for service. Since it's a long drive to Bridgewater, and this time they had a bunch of stuff to do to the car, we decided to go together and have lunch and some shopping while we waited.  We ate at a Vietnamese restaurant called White Lotus. I had Pho and Meg had pad thai. The food was lovely. 

We found a little laptop riser that was the perfect size to be a cat table (keeps the roomba from shoving the bowls around), a shower curtain that works with our current fabric one to be a million times better than either by itself, and a waterproof drop cloth that's sold for painters but I figured would make a good pee guard for the back of the car when transporting goats. 

I've had two leads on selling the goats. One wanted to trade all four for a doe, the other wants to buy the two young ones. The first one has disappeared, but the second one is still in talks. 

Marsha's a great momma hen, which makes my life easier (I don't have to worry about her just deciding to give up after a few days) but it also makes my life harder (because she one million percent does NOT want me touching those eggs).  I've been watching carefully to make sure she is eating and drinking from her little broody bin dishes, and then I clear away the ginormous poops she leaves in the bedding outside the nest every other day or so.

I did get a chance to candle* two of the twelve eggs Marsha is sitting on, and they looked appropriate for the day I checked on them, but Marsha was biting me hard through the gloves, even though it was 10pm and she should have been super sleepy. In order to not upset her too much, and to not get any of the eggs accidentally pecked as she attacked my hand, I decided to not check on them all and to just let her do her job.

Cheers to progress, and peace.