Sunday, June 29, 2008
Posted by Perri at 2:56 PM
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
No, this isn't a meme, it's what Dan and I did this weekend: We tagged all eleven lambs and also gave them their CDT vaccinations, checked their general health and wormed those who needed it. It was quite the scene, I tell you! Lots and lots of sweat, fleece and scrambling.
Here the sheep wait their turn. (While they wait, they're not above a little nosh.)
We'd expected that after a few weeks out on the pasture, our flock would be impossible to catch. Lately, they've skittered away as we approach. This is a big change from the docile, needy ewes of late pregnancy and young lambhood. Nowadays, "the girls" don't need us and they know it. We thought we might have to bring in the big guns... or big DOGS at least... to chase the flock back to the barn, but Dan was able to lure the entire flock into the barn with a bucket of grain. (Suckers!)
Not so pretty, eh?
Sadly, we discovered that Acorn's beautiful little guy, Cole, has definite scurs. (Scurs are underdeveloped horns that can break off grow in all sorts of directions, and become infected) We're going to keep an eye on their severity as he grows. Such a shame as he is a gorgeous, shiny, shiny black lamb. Louise's Connor has little patches that may also grow into scurs (Durn it!) This is our first season breeding polled animals and so, though this is "par for the course" as far as polled sheep go, we are bummed out about it.
Posted by Perri at 10:36 AM
Monday, June 23, 2008
Now, the correct answer to this question in "buzzzzz" or some variation, the little birds wings beating so fast they vibrate the air around them.
Ever since we've hung this feeder outside the kitchen window we've been blessed with many, many, MANY hummingbirds. (Either that or it is one very busy little guy, slurping down boatloads of sugar water all on his or her own! )
We love watching the glimmering birds dart from "flower" to "flower", their invisibly fast winds beating, sharp little tail shifting.
Whenever Joe catches sight of a hummingbird, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner or some kitchen-related in between, he announces the arrival at the top of his lungs.
So, here on Maggie's Farm we have a different answer to the question: The sound a hummingbird makes is most definitely a raucous "HUMMINGBIRD!"
Posted by Perri at 9:11 PM
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Posted by Perri at 12:15 PM
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Posted by Perri at 10:24 AM
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Posted by Perri at 11:35 AM
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Posted by Perri at 12:07 PM
This weekend, we discovered Charlie Bucket, our yearling ram, had an eye issue. His eye was weepy, blinky and quite red when we spotted him. Likely he scratched it on something in the big new pasture.
This was a new one for us. But, luckily, I got some terrific advice from the folks at ISBONA (They are awesome!) and was able to call the vet and get him to give us the ointment needed without an expensive visit. I just picked it up and brought it home.
Posted by Perri at 11:20 AM
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Last year, Chicklee and the equally dedicated but not so demonic Star Belly Sneech brooded side by side, with the prize—one little chick we named Stella who went on to become Stellar our second-tier rooster—going to Star Belly and a big old zilch for Chicklee. Oh we had chicks alright: Half hatched chicks, chicks that pipped futilely but never emerged, chicks that hatched and died promptly thereafter. It was a miserable situation.
So we were feeling quite gleeful when we discovered teeny cuties in the nest box with her. Joe named them “Diego” and “Little Jaguar” (Yes, from the Diego show on Noggin…. Sigh)
But we are not out of the woods yet. Ya see, Chicklee and her brood are FOUR FEET off the ground and she utterly refuses to leave the ginormous pile of eggs she continues to brood. Yesterday, we fed and watered the little family where they sat. Tomorrow, we might have to take action. And, unfortunately, I have very (very!) little experience with successful brooding.
1) Confiscate the chicks and break ol’ Chicklee’s heart (I know I’m being anthropomorphic here...)
2) Transfer Chicklee and her brood to the brooder box in the garage and let chicklee come and go as she wants while providing the chicks with the essential “chick things” such as heat, feed and water.
3) Dump the whole little lot on the ground and hope she comes to her senses and forsakes the merely possible clutch for the truly actual chicks.
What do you think?
Posted by Perri at 11:12 AM