I was up in the peacock palace yesterday to take photographs of Mr Flowers and his train. There is a particular sound he makes when he lifts his tail feathers up to tantalise the ladies so if you follow that sound you are pretty likely to see his display.
Unless of course there is a little bad tempered pea hen trying to get your attention. Almost every shot has Geraldine peering down the lens. And she is a pecker!
Lady Astors udder is reaching terrifying proportions.
We are not looking anymore.
Above is LuLu the original ginger cat. We are just working our way through the days, keeping an eye out for any developments and hoping for a good result. Trying not to worry. But I always worry until I have a calf on the ground.
There were a lot of very noisy coyotes out last night. Both dogs wore their throats hoarse making sure that the pack knew its boundaries. So Lady had to come in a bit earlier and she took much, much longer to bring into the barn – she moves so slowly. Though when Alex put her head into Lady Astor’s feeder she was pretty quick to move her along.
She would much rather be out on the grass but she is getting so close to having this calf we cannot take any risks at night.
I hope you have a lovely day and I hope I have some news for you soon.
Love celi
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36 responses to “A Peacock Train”
Geraldine is jealous and or she wants to come out and sit on the porch (and eat some nice vegetable shoots) 🙂
She heard a rooster crow about eating all my bean seedlings and wants to join the party! c
I bet she does!
Mr Flowers!! Phwoarrr! I’d give him one if I was a peahen, even a grumpy Geraldine. I’m sort of glad we were spared Lady A’s time-bomb udder, I’d feel so sympathetic and sore on her behalf. Never been pregnant myself, but I can empathise. And I’d love a snuggle with those chubby little black piggies…
She does not even look that pregnant this morning – soon i think – though I have been saying that for a week… c
I so hope all your waiting (and worrying) is bought to and end today. I find worrying over things that we can’t control is the worst (and so fruitless really). But we will do it anyway. Sending positive thoughts and hugs your way.
Still no milk dripping yet – but she will be happier after a few good milking I think. c
Mister Flowers is like his namesake bouquet, resplendent.We’re having some lovely glimpses of the animals lately – they all look so healthy and happy. My everything is beginning to get cramp from being crossed for so long.
A beautiful day here – I hope you have one too.
love,
ViV xox
I just know that all will go well and there will be another beautiful calf on the ground soon, soon, soon! xo
Geraldine looks distressingly unimpressed with that gorgeous tail. Poor Mr. Flowers.
Oh my goodness! That picture of Geraldine. Reminds me of a school teacher I once had……
I think I had the same teacher! LOL
oh my- all this waiting….best wishes for a good delivery! We will all sigh with relief once the calf is born! And my oh my- that’s some Peacock! We just have wild turkeys
that do know how to strut their stuff also! Cheers!
You are so right. Coyote love baby cow, yum yum.
Linda
I have not heard them for a month now – they are cycling back through on their territorial walk.. c
Ours live right under our hill on the flat lands and up on Coyote Hill on our place. They never cycle! It would be nice if they did.
Would Ton and Boo fight them if they came in close?
Oh this waiting…imagine what she must feel like! What a stunning display Mr Flowers puts on…Sometimes it’s good to show off a little ☺
grumpy peacock photo needs a caption…
Hi C. It’s amazing to me that you have coyotes out there on the open plain. Where in the world do they go for cover during the day? Maybe just hunker down in the fields and sleep? Ours just stay hidden in the woods…we hear them but almost never see them! Geraldine looks mad as hell because she is being confined! That look! I laughed out loud! 🙂
Poor Lady A. I just groan thinking about it!
Fingers crossed for healthy cow and calf. Love the look Geraldine is giving us. Reminds me of the look I got from a cranky receptionist!
Holding my breath!
Holding my breath now. I’d love to hear that sound Mr. Flowers makes when he starts to display. Isn’t nature plain old astounding?