Hello, folks! Two of my kids are coming home for the weekend, we have a wedding to attend tomorrow. Then early Christmas with Grandma before she goes to Florida on Sunday. I am cooking a turkey dinner! *singsong* Graaaaavy!
So it’s super hot…maybe getting to 98 today. Humid. So I’m eating bruschetta…damn, it’s good….and posting this instead of vacuuming.
Here’s the chicken win story. My little brain is always working on ways that my animals can live better. So I told my hubby that maybe we could get Lemonpepper and her babies into the chicken yard and shut them in by themselves. Then maybe she would get some confidence in caring for them and take them into the actual chicken house when the weather gets bad. He thought that there probably wasn’t any way we could actually get them all into the yard without a whole lot of trauma. I agreed, so I just dropped it.
Next day I go out with food. Feeding everyone. Lemonpepper is squawking at any chicken (or goat) that comes too close, and of course, with food by them everyone is coming close. Rueben (outside the goat yard) comes over to peer through the fence at the babies. Next thing I know Lemonpepper has made a weird sound and all eight babies scattered and laid down in the grass. (Don’t anyone ever tell me that animals don’t communicate). Lemonpepper goes INTO the chickenyard (there is a small door between goat and chicken yards, only big enough for chickens) and she is throwing herself against the fence trying to attack Reuben. I mean this tiny hen was going to take on a 90 pound black lab.
Ok, I am standing there, mouth hanging open, thinking “Ok, she’s in the yard, how do I get the babies in there?” I tell Reuben to back away and Lemonpepper calms down. She comes back to the fence but can’t find the door into the goat yard. (chicken=not smart). So she CALLS the babies. They all get up from their hiding places in the grass and go running to her, right through the fence. It’s too small for her, but they go right through. I grab a board and a brick and block up the door. WIN! Lemonpepper in the chicken yard alone with the babies.
And today she actually took them inside the house itself. Well, that was a long boring tale, but I could not believe how well that all worked out. It was one of those hippie “meant to be” moments. (lol, mt)!
Man, it’s hot. And I still have to vacuum. 😉