Appalachia Jadon Goes to the Doctor

Jadon was listless and exhausted this morning. I looked at him, with his crusted, swollen eye, thin burn next to his mouth, and thought, "I feel like I'm a poor, uneducated white woman in Appalachia in 1900, with a son who fell in the fire!" Phil took him to see Dr. Bush, mostly to just make sure that Jadon had the same fever Abraham had: that he felt bad because of sickness and not injury. Thankfully, yes, Jadon was sick. It will probably be a long week of illness for him, but he can avoid the stares of curious strangers while his face heals.

We moved our piglets today. We want them to start rooting in our future garden area, so Phil hooked their little pen to the tractor and we dragged it down the driveway, with them trotting along inside.

They also got their first taste of whey today. They seemed somewhat unimpressed, but hopefully their appetite for it will grow.

Another day of research: I have quotes on potting soil and peat moss. We have talked through dates for chicks to arrive. We got our construction manual for the greenhouse, and Phil was thrilled to see that there are actual blueprint drawings, not just cloudy photos.