He used to when he was really excited. I made an apt with his memory specialist before we move to make SURE what precautions I need if any to take. Also if there is a medication I can give him on the spot if he becomes unruly, not likely to happen but we will be traveling. Any traveling advice anyone can give me that has been through this ? Thanks to all.
How did the inspections go or are they still in process? Will you be using Power of Attorney for your hubby to sign as his POA on the mortgage documents, etc? Sometimes people forget to do that, if in fact you and hubby are buying this together. I wish you the best of luck.
Moving may be very disorienting for your husband, if it becomes too much do you have a backup plan? Good luck, tough challenge.
We had Black Rocks, which are a Rhode Island Red and Maran cross and gorgeous but jumpy, and Bluebells who were decent layers and irresistibly plump - when you pick them up you can't help giving them a quick squeeze and visualising gravy (not that I'd have dreamed of acting on the impulse, of course). Do you have battery hen rescue organisations in the States, though? Because rescue hens are fantastic layers and real little personalities, too, with the extra karma of giving them a happy life after their early hardships. I think ours were gold lines, though of course you have to take what you're given to an extent. The farmers kick them out after one or two seasons, so they're still in their prime - all those lovely ladies going for dog food, it's criminal - but there are some community-minded farmers who are perfectly happy to divert as many as possible to good homes.
I've had to take a break from keeping chickens because we had a tragedy with a fox that I don't want to talk about and I can't risk anything like that happening again. But life in the garden with no chickens is so lonely it's unbearable. As soon as I can a friendly contractor to put in a good, stout electric fence (and learn to use a shotgun?) I hope to welcome some more.
I've always wanted a farmette or a gentleman's farm, but if I didn't do that by the time I was 45, I knew there was no way I would have the energy to keep the house, barns, animals, the acreage all maintained.
Both sets of my grandparents were farmers, large scale, so they had farm hands to help them out, but it still was exhausting work. Only time I really saw my grandparents was around the supper table, then grandpa was back out in the barns for some reason or another tending to an animal.