Don’t count your eggs before they’re hatched, or so they say, well we DID count them before they hatched and there were three dozen. Post hatching, we were delighted to have 10-ish join the flock. Now I say “ish” because there were two or so that died during the first day. One of the chicks was hen-pecked, and had a head that was oozing. So, I, wanting to be a day saver swooped up this chick and put it in a box in the house and treated its head wound. This chick which I have since nicknamed “Spaz” lived in our house for about a week, then I reintroduced it to its siblings. The Mamma hens were in this new coop with the babies and they knew Spaz was back and pecked at it again. Ok, plan B, “Get rid of the Mamma’s”. Well, easier said than done. Through experience, I am an expert chicken catcher. I have an accurate swoop, and through training am no longer afraid. I threw the mammas into the coop with the bigger flock, and both mammas and babies started freaking out. The crafty young somehow snuck through the fence and joined the big flock with no apparent side effects such as other hens nipping them and the like. Leaving sweet Spaz all alone in the new coop. Such is life.
Babies just hatching.
Little “Spaz”. Since Spaz had been in the house, it didn’t know how to be with the other chickens.
Mammas and babies trying to figure out what happened.
And little Spaz again, trying to figure it out.
In other news, the Missouri Angels are gone for two weeks. They will return, to over-winter here, this is great news for their help is so valuable. Also, Paul Pakis, a previous WWOOFer, has just came back from a week-long vacation. It’s funny, I have pictures of Paul P. and have never posted them, so to you dear reader, this may be your first introduction to him. Paul who? Exactly. Paul came to us from Little Rock Arkansas, he stayed with us here for three weeks, left for a week, then came back. He told us last night that as soon as he left and was home for a couple of days, all he could think about was coming back. He said he had never eaten healthier, or felt better in his life. That the farm life made him happy. Things like this make us happy too. It feels good to create an atmosphere for people where they feel good. This farm is therapy. Also, I could mention that right before Paul P. left, the Frenchies, David and Marine have returned to France. I’m not sure how they’re doing, but I bet they’re relieved to not have to be awake and at breakfast by 6:30 am! Happy trails to you both.
ok so what happened to Spaz?????