It may have felt like spring in March this year but now I
know it’s truly here. We had a whiz bang
all night storm that left us with 2 inches of rain. And when I opened the barn door this morning
the barn swallows were back, chirping as they swooped around. At the
bird feeder today I saw the first hummingbird.
And of course there are new baby chicks in the brooder in the barn.
Chance, the stallion, is back with the two of them but Lily
really makes him toe the line. He is not
allowed too close, although I was glad she allowed him to stand at the edge of
the run in shelter this morning out of the rain. She takes any treats I give him away unless I
stand there and keep her from doing it.
He tries to keep me away from Lily most of the time, as stallions tend
to do, but that’s hard because when she wants something from me she’s right there and he better not
be. I just have to be wary of flying
hooves.
I sponsored a chick sale at work and had over 400 chicks in
my office at Extension waiting for people to pick them up. Talk about noise! Those poor unhappy babies can really peep. As each person picked theirs up it got
quieter and quieter, finally I shared a ride home with 6 little leftovers. They joined the 18 I had put in my brooder
that morning. I have some Black Jersey
Giant pullets, first time I have raised that breed, some new Ameraucanas, some
Rhode Island Reds and of course some of my favorite breed, Isa Browns.
I also ordered 8 assorted bantams to round out an order
someone else had placed. It’s always fun
to watch these assortments grow and find out what they are. I was hoping for silkies but none really look
like it. I am guessing most are Old
English Games of various colors. They
will probably be sold as they get older.
One of these days I will have time to sit and watch them for a while and
decide what they are.
I was looking around the place this morning and thinking
about all the things that still had to be done, spring housecleaning, barn
cleaning, mowing, kennel cleaning, flower bed weeding, vegetable planting,
chopping down dead trees, the list goes on.
Sometimes the work seems unending, but I wouldn’t want to live in the
city again. Anytime I get to sit around
and watch the chickens peck or horses graze makes it all worthwhile.
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