Ducklings grow fast!
A couple of weekends ago we were out of town a for few days and left the care of our farm to a trusted friend and neighbor. Just before we were about to head home my neighbor contacts me to tell me that Daphne (one of the yearling ewes) has diarrhea with mucous and a little bit of blood in it. "Great", I thought to myself, "Now what do I do?" I really wasn't sure what it was and began to imagine the worst, thinking it could be some contagious parasitic disease or something. (There are parasites that can cause diarrhea.) Daphne was apparently unfazed by the whole thing, acting fine, and continuing to eat grass like nothing was out of the ordinary. I decided to call on a more experienced shepherd for help.
Update on the baby chicks that came in the mail last month: They are growing very quickly!
This picture was taken last week, so this little guy (or girl not sure yet) is three weeks old here. You can see the top hat feathers starting to grow out on (we'll call it his) head. I totally love the color pattern and crazy headdress of the silver laced polish chicken. The little things are fast movers! It is a bit difficult to photograph them because they run like the wind! I decided to just hold him.
When I was about 10 years old, my little friend and I wanted nothing more than to go bird watching. She lived out in the country in Southern Indiana, where gently rolling hills and meadows met thick woods. The deer loved to be anywhere here and quietly graze and raise their young in the springtime. It was a beautiful day. We struck out on an adventure to scout out and journal on any bird’s nest we could find, drawing pictures and writing descriptions of the birds next to a few meticulously placed cute stickers, all the while relishing the fragrant air and soft breezes and golden sunshine. Having looked in on the robin’s nest and the bluebirds, very carefully so as not to disturb them, we decided to venture further in our bird-hunting and walked happily down the dusty dirt and gravel road. There was one mild disturbance to our perfect morning however: It seemed as though the neighbor’s dog might be following us.
I'm Debbie. I love listening to chickens cackle and sing. I love Lindt chocolate truffles, a good cup of coffee, and a good book.