One of Hugo’s chicks jumped out of her brooder and took her good self for a walk into the glass house yesterday.
These chicks who I purposely bred with one of the new dappled roosters, are so pretty and robust.
The turkeys have taken it upon themselves to sleep in the barn every night now. It is usually about milking time when all the birds begin to gather and position themselves to fly up into the rafters for the night and as Hugo and I move back and forth milking and cleaning and feeding we are encountering traffic jams of big birds trooping into the barn.
So it is not uncommon to find two dogs, four turkeys, one peacock, and various assorted cats fast asleep in heaps all over my shrinking verandah. And when I go out with a bucket to perform various chores, two dogs, four turkeys, one peacock and various cats pop up and troop down the steps after me, gaggling and tripping and cackling, the cats taking the high road, the dogs on patrol, Geraldine trying to get to the front of the line until I am done then they all turn and follow me back still jostling and trotting at speed then surprised to find themselves back where they started, they settle in unruly heaps, on the floor and in their pods and on the backs of chairs or on the steps at the kitchen door again, sleeping with one eye open until I re-emerge.
The harvest continues.
I hope you have a lovely day
Love your friend down here on a little farm