Home Again Farm

Back on the farm again after 10 days in California.  The contrast to city life couldn't be greater.  We have our share of troubles on the farm, too, as for instance this evening when our foolish puppies decided to play with two hens.  I rescued the hens and Anne saved them with her chicken whispering and healing touch.  We hope the puppies will get some sense as they mature and learn that they are there to guard and not destroy.  

There were some storms while I was gone and apparently a tornado must have touched down near our church cemetery.  Four huge old trees, all in a row, were uprooted and laid flat. 

Grandmother Days

Babies Don’t Keep

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

Author: Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Early May evening on the farm

Getting their last pecks in before heading to the roost.

 75 pounds of foolishness in each one.

Oh Bilbo.  What a pup.

Earl Grey.  Such a calm and dignified roo.

West creek crossing.

Little bird tracks

Big bird tracks.  Probably a heron.

We mowed a path along the creek this year.  I startled a little muskrat right about here.  Such shy little critters.

The sun is already so far north, setting over Dick Olson's farm.

These guys are first out in the morning and last in in the evening.  They spend their days down at the creek and their nights safely in the barn.  It's a good life for a duck.  

In the chicken house...

There are 13 empty nesting boxes and ONE with a hen in it.  This red hen wants to get in the ONE box that is already occupied.  Until the other hen leaves, she's going to sit there with her rear hanging out, waiting for the space.  I hope she doesn't lay her egg right there and let it fall to the ground.  Silly hen.


LATER....I just went out to the chicken house to let the hens out for their evening romp and what did I find on the nesting boxes...?  She really did just lay her egg there!

Chicken in the oven

Yesterday I stopped at the local ag store, Big R, to pick up some animal feed.  While there I saw signs saying all remaining chicks were $1 each.  Regular price for chicks isn't terribly expensive - $2.50 to $4 but gosh, a buck a piece?  Of course I had to get some, nevermind that we already have 10 layers, 11 half-grown layers and 45 meat chicks.  I picked out some golden laced wyandottes that I'd been wishing for.  A few more Americaunas because they lay such beautiful eggs and have such beautiful feathers.  And oh my goodness - they have bantams, too?  We haven't had bantams for a loooong time.  They have so much personality - I'll take five!  I put their little boxes in the back of the car and hurried through my grocery shopping.  

I have heat lamps, chick feeders and waterers set up for the meat chicks we got last week so I put the new chicks out there with them.  Most of them started eating, drinking and scampering around but one little bantam chick just sat there.  I checked on him several times before bed and he hadn't moved.  I figured I'd find a dead little chick on that spot in the morning.  

But this morning he was still alive!  I decided he deserved some TLC so I brought him in the house in his little chick box, gave him feed and some sugar water but how to keep him warm? I didn't have a spare heat lamp so I thought about putting him on a heating pad.  But then I realized that if I put him in the oven with the light on he'd be warm and free from drafts.  He has spent the day in his box in the oven and over the course of the day he's perked up!  He's eating and drinking and his eyes are much brighter.  Anne took him out and held him for a while and by jingle, when we put him back in the oven he was so distressed at being left alone again he started cheeping at the top of his lungs.  He cheeped so loud from inside the closed oven that the dogs in the basement started whining and barking and the cat sat in front of the stove staring at the oven!  Anne ended up holding him for a while while I went out to the chicken house and got another little bantam chick to put in with him for company.  Hopefully by tomorrow they'll be ready to join all the others.  But for tonight, there's definitely chicken in the oven!   Another one of my "bargains" that has turned into an adventure.

Anne thinks we should call him Sweetie Pie since the sugar water did the trick.

Whit has parked himself in front of the oven.  He knows something interesting is in there.