Man, I am just blast from the past today on this blog post. When I was a kid, my favorite movies and shows were ones with dogs or horses. My favorite of all time was Disney"s "The Horse in The Gray Flannel Suit." My dream was that someday I would have white split rail fences around my property and a stable to clean and muck out. It wasn't until I watched that movie again I was reminded of the fencing. Even the house looks kind of like ours. I was cleaning my hen house and putting in new shavings and I thought, " Wow, I am living that long ago dream of having a barn to muck out. It made me happy. For one thing to be married to a man who has given me my dreams. Okay, enough mush
. Here are my chickens. I have two flocks. The bantams and the big hens. The roosters only like the Silkies and are down right rude and ill mannered to my big girls. I am getting a bit fed up with the roosters. I don't do well with favoritism. The little white Silkie hens really flaunt it too. So about half the time I wonder why I thought they were so cute.
Then the big hens who are over in the shade where it is cold because the roosters think they need to be segregated. Did you know that happens? It happens in my hen house. It drives me nuts. You would think that all chickens are the same because they are chickens. Not according to the roosters. Big hens belong on one place and Silkies in another. If the rooster finds a tid bit and does his call of good, good, good, and a big hen runs over, that rooster will have a mean look cross his face and he will power peck her in the face and then make the call again for a Silkie and the big hen walks off dejected.
I have been trying to improve the big hens self esteem by giving them extra treats. Well except for my Silkie hen who I named Barbara Streisand. Barbara for short. That hen looks just like Miss Streisand. Same nose/beak. The roosters hate her for some reason. So she gets special treats too.
It was a plowing day this weekend. This will be the future garden. A bit bigger than last year but not as big as the year before. I am starting to think of seeds I want to start soon. One of the places I buy seeds from had sugar beet seeds this year so I hope to put in quite a big plot of sugar beets.
Ron had just started disking on the pasture when I took this. In previous years we have had enough rain for this to be nice and brown and damp looking. Not this year, there is no moisture to speak of I don't remember it ever being this dry. Going into the third year of drought is worrisome. Water is always precious out here but it is going to be more so I think.
This was this morning, with a touch of frost. My path is all nice and smooth. I walked on it yesterday morning and because it was all nice and smooth I couldn't believe what a freeway it must be in the night. It was filled with all kinds of animal tracks. Skunks, foxes, cats, and I thought possum. Oh not to mention bird and mouse. Lots of things going on out here at night.
On my way back into the house I stopped by my chickens. This weekend I had a hen, I thought would be dead this morning. She was having labored breathing and couldn't stand like she was paralyzed. I went out last night to see if she was able to make it in the hen house. There she was sitting on the roost pretty as you please. When I walked out there this morning she was up looking all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Pecking around like she was starving and no paralysis. No labored breathing and her eyes were interested in her surroundings. So I was so relieved.
Time to get the day underway, get that vacuum going. I hope you have a wonderful week. I hope you have a bit of warm up instead of more cold.