” A picture becomes a painting when it is Framed. A story becomes a legend when it is Told. “ cecilia buys-wheeler gunther.
That is what I wrote on the blackboard yesterday.
But what I should have written was “It’s OK to change your mind.” cecilia buys-wheeler gunther.
Because it is! It is OK. I had this big plan to take Manu (the Hereford boar) Across The Way to the West Barn, until I leaned on the wall in the pen he would be living in and discovered that the posts are attached to Nothing. The whole wall is floating. Not so good when a 300 hundred pound pig decides to have a scratch. So until I can get that fixed – only small animals need apply for the space.
Plus there is Geraldine and her turkeys. I think that Geraldine is to her turkeys what a llama is to a flock of sheep. The Brains. Yesterday two turkeys fell down between two stacks of firewood. Boo came to the steps and yelped (while Ton kept an eye on the situation) and with the help of two dogs and a cat I found the turkeys in the wood heap and released them.
Later I lost one of the turkey hens. Being of a suspicious nature I thought Boo had carried it away – he does not like it when birds flap their wings, he thinks he has to stop the flapping. His history precedes him. So I put him on the chain with a stern look and Ton and I went looking for the body of the murdered turkey.. We found the stupid, very much alive, turkey with her head stuck between a bucket and a wall in the woodshed. A plastic bucket and the wall! Absolutely untouched and alive but unable to put her body into reverse. It was just stood there – waiting. Merciful heavens, I thought. These are going to be hard to keep alive. How on earth is this species still alive. No wonder they are endangered. After I set it free I went and apologised to BooBoo. He was gracious.
Then I went up to see Geraldine but Mrs Flowers had chased her into a small space between two bales of hay and she was stuck in there. Really stuck. Hours ago stuck. It took me ages to even find her. If I had not gone looking for her she would have died in there. She was deeply exhausted – silent. I don’t even know why I lifted that bale to look under it. Mrs Flowers has not settled down. She is protecting her baby. Not good for Geraldine.
So I changed my mind. Back Geraldine goes with the turkeys and ( recent behaviour not withstanding,) she is a cleverer bird than the turkeys – they will follow her instead and hopefully not get themselves stuck in the corners of rooms.
Does it matter if Geraldine does not bond with peacocks? I have a hard time bonding with people!
And Tima escaped big time yesterday and was found demolishing corn in the field. Tane literally came and told on her! He insisted I follow him and show him how to get through the fences as well! He huffed and puffed. Tima must have eaten quite a bit of dry corn as she was very slow yesterday afternoon. I kept her walking and she drank a lot of water but she was having a hard time of it.
All is well though.
I hope you have a good day. I think we will. Things are settling down. (for the moment – a literal moment).