Threes

There is a superstition that good and bad things come in threes.  Today started earlier than I wanted when Richard said the chickens were making lots of noise.  Since they are hens they don't make a ruckus at dawn like roosters so he went to investigate.  I think he interrupted an attempt to steal a chicken.  Unfortunately the chicken was dead when I went out a few minutes later to investigate with the light on my phone.  I put a net over the hen entrance to keep them in until I got home.  I fed them crushed lamb bones that were covered with a fair amount of gristle fat and meat and they ate it down entirely.  I also had a project of making a batch of cupcakes for the Art Exhibit at the SCERA tomorrow evening.  I am going to Salt Lake in the afternoon for my usual visit with Rudy Voss and afterwards I spend the night with Nancy and hope to use my new trailer hitch to take her boat up to Deer Creek Reservoir on Saturday.  When I started for the temple after securing the chickens my left front tire had a warning sign.  I stopped at the Maverik on 300 South where they have a coin fed air machine and set it to 33 lbs.  The tire was about 5 lbs. low.  I don't know the cause.  However even though the day started out with a dead chicken and a low tire, it concluded well enough with my chickens tucked up relatively safe behind a 'door' I put up to block their entrance and their main access door secured against simple intrusion. Jacqueline and Diana came over and made the decorated cupcakes I plan to drop off at Sandy Whitby's house tomorrow morning.