More pouring rain in the night- great massive thunderstorms that sent the dogs shrieking for the basement.
So this is what I am going to do. I will bale the hay damp. Then use the bales as walls around a field or as windbreaks for this years trees, or, if it gets almost dry, walls for a pig house or even a cube in the middle of the field to smother some of the worst thistles.
A couple of the risks are spontaneous combustion and mold. So I will place the hay bricks carefully. Not for eating.
I could even pile them up down the back, slip the strings off and let them compost.
The bales will be too heavy to lift so we will roll them into the bucket if the tractor and transport them that way.
If there is no more rain today I will rake this hay and dry it was well as we can. But I am no longer aiming for feed. The weather Gods and I will have a bit of a tussle. So we need a little luck. I need this off the fields. The fields need to be cleared to grow the next crop of hay. I need the fields cleared by Wednesday ready or not.
I am going to call and order some hay from another hayman. Hopefully he is having better luck. We still have more to cut of course but it is so thick and past it that I need a week of dry hot weather to get that in.
Hay is the first thing I think of every morning.
Poppy is starting to belly down so once I have the Airbnb ready for today’s guest I will get her all set up in case she surprises me. Her floor is already clean and covered in fresh shavings, I just need to get the piglet creep ready.
Yesterday I opened the fence for the three little pigs and let them wander about the big field full of oats and clover. They were overcome with excitement running in circles. Then with in the evening – with a bucket of milk, I led them back into their enclosure for the night. I have heard a lot of coyotes out these last few days.
Can you see the little pig in that long grass? They have a lot to eat out there so won’t be needing much grain at all.
Also the tweeny ducklings had the same kind of afternoon, I took down their fence and they spent a good amount of time in the big ducks pond. The big ducks do not react to them at all. In fact this duck hen spent all afternoon watching them through the fence.
As usual they are much less flighty when they are free. And were easy to get back into the chicken tractor at night. Blending these two flocks is my next challenge so I can lock them all up safely at night.
Did I tell you the Ideal Poultry people got back in touch and said I need to wait until the ducklings are four months old, and have their adult feathers, before trying to guess at their sex. But whatever they are is uniform at the moment, they all have yellow legs and wingtips and they are huge. I still remain unconvinced I have a flock of girls. Though it may be a result of the muddled breeding. However I did appreciate the prompt response to my question.
So we will wait and see.