Tag: peahens
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Mud on my foot
Peghorn (in the header) has mud on his feet from being out in the field searching for forgotton corn too – he is my oldest rooster. He is Old old. He is a loner. He had a tough summer as the oldest rooster – all the young roosters lined up to fight him. He did…
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The face of Boo
This is the face I get when it is time to go out and feed everyone. This is Boo’s are-you-coming-now? Look. Yesterday it was so cold and blowing hard out here. Wind is often hard to take a photo of in the winter but the chickens are helping out – showing their petticoats. Geraldine at…
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Twilight
Twilight. Such an evocative word. Twilight in Alberta. And I arrived home to twilight in Illinois. The pigs were pleased to see me. And the cows came galloping in. But the birds were galvanised – Geraldine (seen above in the background) positively trilled. She was under my feet and my hands as, working against the dying light,…
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Sheila as a horse
I lay on Sheila (my old Hereford pig) as she walked the field in the sun yesterday. She was wandering through the pasture, grazing, but she is so tall, up to my hip that it was easy for me to just slide my body over hers and lie there – she just walked slowly along grunting, with me…
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Violet comes out to play
This wee chick, hatched and raised by Mrs Flowers, came out for her first walk today. Meet Violet. She was endlessly stalked by the cats. They scared her up into the top of a pine tree at one point then they circled the base of the tree like tigers. Boo found her, and she was rescued…
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