A calf’s Tale. Look at that Calf’s Tail! Up in the air with delight. Aunty Del had such a wonderful day out in the fields with her Daisy that at bed time she walked straight to her corner, snuggled down and went straight to sleep. I had to wake her for dinner.
Aunty Del.
Daisy was very annoyed when I put Aunty Del to bed. But it was milking time.
Here is Daisy’s calf. He is so big now I dare not be in the same field as him. Bottle fed calves are very pushy. Though of course he has his milk from a bucket now. He hangs his head over the fence to drink it. Here he is answering the dinner bell.
Chicks.
The baby Layer flock are growing beautifully. Their flat pack hen house has been shipped. The man said all I needed was a drill to put it together. He did not understand my laughter. We all know that the only hammer I use is a mini sledge hammer because that gives me a better chance of hitting the actual nail. I have yet to master The Drill. We will see.
Sheila sleeping in her jungle. They say that pigs root up the fields but it is my experience that once they have rooted up a wallow area, they will actually graze the rest of the field. And Poppy and Sheila eat a lot of grass and legumes. It is only when the greens get stalky or low that they will turn to digging into the ground for the roots. Usually late summer. So far so good. 
The meat chickens are drinking their fair share of Daisy’s milk now. They are still in the big stock trailer, it is lovely and cool lately and once I (I?) build the new chicken coop, their chicken tractor will be ready for them to move onto the grass. We are playing musical coops.
I went across to shut their trailer door and found that the two peacocks Godot and Carlos Garcia had flown in the open top section of the door and were INSIDE the stock trailer terrifying the chickens, eating all their food. Hmm. It was a mission to get them out and not lose any chicks. They are not called Pea Brains for nothing! We managed but I am going to have to rethink the door situation.
The barn chick and his new little friend are doing well in their special house. The tiny rare chick (the black one with the white dot on her head) actually sleeps under the wing of her larger cousin. She is going to be a beautiful bird.
Hopefully we get some sun today. Though rain is always welcome, just not at hay making time.
I hope you all have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farm
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
35 responses to “It is a calf’s life”
The new babies are precious. It’ll be interestingly see what happens to the fields with the piggies spending time there…
They all look like they are thriving! It is hay-making time, and of course, this week we are getting rain. It’s always the way :*)
Hay making makes me incredibly nervous over here, in Hawkes Bay NZ, where I grew up, it is normal to have two or three months without rain in the summer, so it is not quite as nerve wracking!
We just hauled in the last load and it started to rain. What a relief to have first cutting in and safe.
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
Oh yes, that is a wonderful feeling.. well done.. c
Now we both head to second cutting and the middle of summer!!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
All looks beautiful! I am very handy with a drill if it arrives during my visit. I hope it does! Cute little birds everywhere. No mention of Boo. I hope he is out of the proverbial doghouse. 🙂
It has been shipped so if you like i will hold everyone where they are for a week and it can be your project, i would be more than happy to let you have at it. And everyone still has tons of room where they are. I will put the drill on charge for you!!.. c
A project for me…yay! Ton can help me. He is handy at holding things in his mouth.
you have to watch him, everything you put down he will pick up and try to hand back to you.. he drives the builders mad!.. c
So curious to see the flat pack hen house! Sounds like you have lots of happy birds! And everyone else too! xo
Maybe the wee chook is a bantam variety? If you need any advice on tools and such feel free to holler at me. I have acquired a sense of handiman work tagging along with my brother growing up. Carpentry mostly with a side note in plumbing. Lol blessings.
the feather babies are looking like more work than the bigger animals. All so cute though. Have a good day. Laura
How can you tell the difference between hens and roosters when they are so young? What happens to the roosters? Both the calves are growing beautifully and look so healthy, and that Marcel boy, he is just magic. It is so fantastic that you were able to keep him going when he was first born. What a credit they all are to you C.
the roosters wander freely around the property, eat mice and bugs, fight each other, try to steal my hens, and keep the barn straw all fluffy!.. I tell them apart from their behaviour at the moment and their size. The roosters grow a lot faster than the hens. c
I’m going to backtrack in your blog to see how Aunty Dell became the name of a calf. 🙂
You’ll do fine putting the coop together. Look at all the other things you do so well. A drill is nothing!
she is named after my great aunty del who was a very calm and sweet though slightly radical old lady. c
What a lovely post. As always I love the photos of the babies all big and small!!!
Great photos. I was SO happy to see the sun this morning!!
It looks like Daisy and Aunty Del are going to be the best of friends. I expect Daisy missed having Hairy around to talk to 😉
I think that is why she tolerates Marcel as well. It works for me. They have created their own flerd. c
It’s very sweet 🙂
That’s one happy calf! I had to sile at your photo of the wee chicks with their drinking dish. I don’t know about you but when hens drink, the way they throw their heads back looks as though they’re REALLY enjoying it. Like a cold beer just hitting the spot!
Christine
The girls and I will make time next week to come out to the farm. We need to come see Sasha and our growing chicks.
wonderful!! c
Lovely light today, I see.
Celi, you made me wonder: Which poor animal would be encumbered with the handle Grannymar?