Tag: chicks
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Pulling your weight
I was showing Triple T my spiders knees arm muscles yesterday while we were waiting for another flurry of bales to be thrown, by John down below, onto the clatter box and up into the loft of the barn where we stood ready to stack. Triple T tried to look impressed but he suffers from the condition of…
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Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
Good morning. I am going to be jogging around the chores this morning now that Kim our Fellowship Friend and trailblazer Farm Stay Participant has climbed reluctantly back onto a plane and flown home. On Saturday The Tall Teenager comes home on leave. I have plans for a Big Clean Up. Maybe I will even…
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It is a calf’s life
A calf’s Tale. Look at that Calf’s Tail! Up in the air with delight. Aunty Del had such a wonderful day out in the fields with her Daisy that at bed time she walked straight to her corner, snuggled down and went straight to sleep. I had to wake her for dinner. Aunty Del. Daisy…
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Kidnapping
Well, a kidnapping of a calf actually. I went out to milk yesterday morning – no sign of Daisy and no sign of Aunty Del and no sign of Marcel (Aunty Del’s ever present minder.) Then I saw them all, way down the back of Daisy’s field. Daisy the latch picker had removed the nail that…
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Look what came in the Mail
Chicks and Ducklings. In the mail! John and the Matriarch want duck for Christmas dinner. But I bought a few extra so I could breed them too. Sadly two of the extra were dead on arrival. So we have four Orpington ducks. The chickens are a selection of cold-hardy layers. Next week the meat chickens come. By…
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