My enemy

I have him on camera.  Bastard Mink. It is not much of a shot but I think there are two of them.

If you flip back and forth you will see them. They literally ate a hole in the door. And killed two more chooks.

So after I had milked the cow, fed the animals, done the baking and made the custard for the ice-cream,  put a pound of butter in the freezer and  thanked the farmer for planting 8 rows of sunflowers for this years feed. Watered the pots, let the big animals into the fields and filled the water troughs:

I ignored everything else and set to work to finish The Tank myself.

It did take hours and I admit freely to not being very good when working with wire but I had a lot of help from my sleepy support team.  Yesterday I abandoned the chook house altogether. No more chickens in there now. Earlier than planned but enough is enough.  

Later in the afternoon I called the nice man at the pub and asked him if he could make John’s dinner for me, and throw in a few extra pieces of chicken for the traps.

While I waited for the birds to go to bed so I could catch them, we did some fencing. I think Marcel is getting a bit too big to play the  Boo games anymore. 

Then I milked the cow, cleaned up, dragged out every box and cage I had and set to work; catching every single chicken.  There are two cages of birds on the verandah and The Tank is full.  I will repair the next chicken tractor tomorrow for the caged birds.

We will keep loading the traps until we trap them, there is nothing else to do.

But for the meantime the chickens are in the front yard where they are well within the territory of the dogs. In fact they are only a few feet from the verandah where the dogs lie.

Last night I slept.

Oh and Daisy’s milk is still healthy.  No problems there for the moment. Wonderful.

I hope you have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farm

celi

celi