Bertha continues to get better! We are going to build an enclosure in the basement and move all our birds down there so she can have chicken company during the winter without having to endure the cold. She loves us but I'm sure she misses normal chicken life --- and her flockmates miss her, for sure. Lost in the sauce Annie likes to perch on my shoulder and groom my hair I'm getting some potting soil to attempt to plant some pothos cuttings I've been growing in a cup of water for a month or so now. I did this with four basil cuttings and only one made it, but I will try a little harder with these and see if I can get more lucky. I also planted some huge aloe cuttings from a professor at school and they seem to be doing quite well. I should also start thinking about if I want to try to grow more office plants this spring --- I have quite a few but you can never really have too many! I guess I am going to make some time to talk to my parents after thanksgiving. I still don't really know what to expect or what I actually want from them.
Bertha getting lost in the sauce is a goddamn opus of oil and canvas created by Basil Hallward of my very soul...no. It is my soul. So utterly has it captured the essence of my being, it has subsumed the thing it didn't even realize it was imitating. Bertha, you glorious and regal hen. You've done it again.
We weighed her tonight and she is three pounds seven ounces, right at the bottom of a healthy weight for easter egger hens! (She was under three pounds at one point, poor girl.) She's been working hard to get here -- I watched her eat an entire hotdog in one sitting. Fortunately for her, she could still stand to be a little rounder for the winter, so she gets to keep eating as many snacks as she wants. Her sister is quite round and well over four pounds. (In case you were wondering, we did the math and after eating that hotdog she was 4% hotdog by weight.)