Late afternoon on the Farmy is a peaceful time. Well it should be a peaceful time. Except I let all the chook-house chickens out of their house for a run around. Which meant that the Barn Roosters rushed out to challenge the Chook House Roosters. Son of Neanderthal Man and the Senior Chook House Rooster took it into their heads to try and out do each other vocally. With much crowing, throat ripping cocka-doodle-dooing.
The noise was not musical. A guinea driven mad by the screeching proceeded to chase chickens all over the yard looking for the culprit. Guineas are not known for their brains. 
Hairy MaClairy and his new best buddy Queenie Wineti wondered exactly why one should be bothered by such a racket.
Well, it is kind of musical but like the teenagers of the old days the competition seemed more about volume than musical excellence. 
Moaning Mia is quite partial to a good amount of annoying blathering so she chimed in at a semi tone below, to develop some kind of farm yard descant. Daisy sighed and went back inside the barn,
to join Thing One, who was bearing up well. 
Hairy joined them but set himself up at his viewing station, with his two front feet up on the railing of the new pen, in case there was a fight. He likes a good fight does our Hairy. 
No fight. Soon the feed came out and all was quiet once more. 
Good morning. It is just below freezing this morning with dense fog. Maybe we are having so much fog because the the ground is warming towards spring. Dawn arrives earlier each day which means, to get all my writing done before light, I have to get out of bed earlier. I guess this is why I get more writing done in the winter.
There is a frost and last night I forgot to bring my rosemary in. But maybe it is hardened off enough. We shall see. I take the big potted winter herb plants in and out and in and out for a week or so to toughen them up again before they live outside again. If the weather turns nasty they will be returned to their winter quarters.
I was going to tell you something funny but now I have forgotton what it was. Hmm.
Today when the fog has lifted I will take you out to look in Our John’s cold frame. For now it is time to go out to the barn and feed out. There is a peacefulness about the place at the moment. A pregnant pause.
Good morning.
c
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78 responses to “Late afternoon on the farmy: Two Cocks Crowing”
Your description of the noises and your pictures just kept reminding me of animal farm, I can imagine al your animals having these conversations we’re not privy too. I hope your rosemary survives! We have one planted in the garden and the frost never seems to affect it.
It should be on as you are right it can take a bit of cold, though not the cold we get out here in the winter. so it has been inside getting all weak and fragile.. it should have hardened off though.. c
There’s never a dull moment amongst the animals. I hope the pregnant pause contains twins – at the very least.
Fingers crossed! c
I look forward to the babies. Babies, please, Mama and Daisy.
I know, Daisy is not due until May. Mama should be within the month though! c
Ah, so Queenie is a freemartin. I don’t know if that means her growth is stunted, but I do know it means she is most likely sterile. I guess having a word for that saves some people a lot of talking.
Oh wait I got that back to front, she is one of twin heifers so she is good.. I had already researched freemartinism when I started looking for an orphan or twin. I know I double checked it all at the time, with the farmer and my vet. So we should be OK. Though like Daisy I am putting all my eggs in one basket so to speak. It is hard to find a young beef heifer for a gentle wee farm.. c
I wish my late afternoons were like that. Mine are usually hectic, rushed and screaming for a nap!
Oh nap time, i remember that period! c
What a beautiful way to star a day, I just remember about my childhood . I love your pictures and the way you use the words to describe you farm…..just amusing….Have a great day!:)
Thank you Katy, welcome and good morning! c