The weather has been letting us get some work done here and
there around the farm. Thursday I heard
chicks peeping when I went to the barn to feed in the morning. I determined that the sound came from the red
turkey sitting in a doghouse in the back of the barn. After breakfast I went out to check on her
again and found her wandering around in a light rain out by the pond with two
babies. So I set up the brooder in the
barn, caught the two little ones and put them in. I will need the brooder for the chicks I
ordered next week anyway.
One of the chicks was dark brown with stripes and the other
lighter golden with stripes. When I
handled them I realized they weren’t newly hatched, feathers were coming in on
the wings already so they were probably a week old or nearly so. The cold, rainy weather kept me inside and
the turkey hen must not have went far with the chicks so I missed their
hatch. I felt a little sorry for her but
I want those chicks to live so they were put in a warmer, safer area. The cats were way too interested when they
saw the chicks. Now she’s back sitting
on the eggs that didn’t hatch, I need to clean that out.
The babies seem to be settling down and doing well in the
brooder. I put a small cardboard box in
there for them to hide in, since they had spent a lot of time under mom’s body
in the dark. I hope all goes well when I
introduce the new chicks in a few days.
I have some new production layer
pullets and some banty chicks coming. Baby ducks should be hatching out any
time now, but they will stay with mom.
I went to a swap meet yesterday and came home with two
parakeets, a yellow and green male and blue female. They are small American types and they are
mature- who knows how old. Steve was saying
he missed parakeets; we raised English budgies many years ago. They are in my office with the canaries,
separate cages of course. The dogs are
going nuts trying to get to them. They
pretty much ignore the canaries now so why two more small birds should be so
interesting is beyond me. Once the dogs
get used to them we may move them to the living room where we can watch their
antics.
My barn swallows are back, I saw them last evening as I sat
by the pond. Today before the rain
started I went around and put up 3 bluebird houses and repaired an older
one. I haven’t seen bluebirds in a few
years around here but I am hoping that maybe they will pass through and see a
good place to nest. If they don’t use
the boxes maybe tree swallows will. The
robins and starlings are already nesting.
While putting up the nest boxes I found a dead deer, pretty
decomposed, up next to the fence, in a little hollow between the fence and a
small hill. It was in a direct line,
about 200 feet from my neighbors bird feeder, where she told me the deer
regularly eat. I think it was probably
the doe with the broken leg that was around but I didn’t investigate the
corpse. Hopefully the crows and vultures
will clean it up.
I also investigated the woods a little. It’s hard for me to navigate the uneven
ground in the pasture that slopes down to the wooded area because I cannot lift
my legs well anymore to clear logs and vines.
So I didn’t get far into the woods but it was interesting as it’s still
open and clear as the trees haven’t leafed out. It’s very swampy this year, with open water
on the west side. There are lots of dead
trees in there, some ash that were killed by the borer and some dead poplar. There was one tall straight dead tree with
several holes in it and lots of chickadees popping in and out of them. And there is one very oddly contorted aspen,
still growing, I remember seeing it before but it really got twisted over the
past year. I kept wishing I had brought
my camera.
The swampy woods used to be the dump for the farm in days
past and I found a couple of interesting objects I brought back to the
house. One was a white metal pot, holes
rusted through in several places that was an odd shape and I thought maybe
would work as garden art. The other was
an odd shaped oval object about 8 inches long made of aluminum, with wires
sticking out of the top and bottom. I
told my husband it was a bomb, but he thinks it was some kind of insulator or
connector for electric or phone wires. I
don’t know what I will do with that. I have brought a lot of odd things back out
of that dump.
Being out in the pasture made me nostalgic for the animals
we used to keep, especially my horses. I
could still see their poop piles here and there and the paths they wore to
their favorite spots. I hope they are
doing well where they are. What will eat
our grass now?