Tribes and Flocks. I guess tribes have more brains but we all behave the same. As the number of birds on the property has grown I have noticed an interesting phenomenon.
The hatching groups all stick together.
The young ducks are a group. The mature ducks are a group. The black chickens always stick together. The little Easter Eggers float through it all as a team.
Of course the two guinea fowl are never out of each others sight.
The older chickens don’t seem to have flocks within the flock but when they lay there are always the same ones trying to lay in one box. Cramming themselves in together no matter how many empty boxes are around them.
I never noticed these very clear social groups when there were only a small number of chickens in the yard but now it is very obvious.
Here is another interesting observation. Poppy’s babies really do have their own teats. This has not been so obvious in other litters. But the biggest piglet is always on a big center teat and the little fat runt baby always has the smaller end teats.
The other little one seems to wander from teat to teat. She does not settle.
Poppy and her babies spent all day in her weed garden and then she brings them up to the wet concrete to feed. Maybe it is cooler. Pigs love muck. That is clean muck though. She has already trained her babies to poop down in the corner of the garden. It just looks nasty.
Monday again – after such a long weekend!
Today I write to my immigration lawyer about beginning the Green Card process. I will also ask her about the best way for us to help families at the border. Just to add some verified sources to our List. I am really looking for a contact. A church or individual on site who we can work with. Someone we can trust. I want to send blankets that the kids can keep. Many of these facilities are freezing cold from air conditioning and the children are cold. (This happens in some prisons too by the way).
Ok – time for work!
Ps – almost forgot to tell you – ducks LOVE eating Japanese Beetles! The beetles were falling out of the trees yesterday morning – sliding off the leaves in the heavy dew? And plopping to the ground, I don’t know why but the ducks were under the trees talking loudly and gobbling them up ravenously.