Can’t help it, always seem to end up singing Kenny Roger’s “Ruby” at my silly girl. It’s such a nonsensical song to relate to a horse, but it’s easy to sing along to and easy to hum while brushing her. *The song itself it not nonsensical, only the relating of it to a horse, lest anyone think I don’t get what the song itself is about…
My poor girl is due for a tail trim. Sadly. She has a matt the size of my forearm right in the center. I am very sad that I have to trim it out, but nothing I have tried has come close to untangling it. Thankfully, it should grow out enough in time for summer bug season. However, I need to wait until Hubby is home so that I can do it… As much as I love her, and as much as I trust her, she is still Ruby. Which means I may very well trim that matt out without a single issue whatsoever. But I may also get booted into next week for it.
And so, tomorrow when the wind is calm, and I have 2 sets of extra hands, I’ll groom my brazen hussy within and inch of her life and then pick up the scissors and trim that pretty tail of hers. While trying not to cry or die. 😂😂😂
So far, so good, I’m staying fairly well caught up on the Capture52 photo challenge. I do mean to share them here too but I forgot to last week, that’s why this is a “catch up” post.
Week 2 was “Framed”
I quite liked the way the frost framed the turkey/duck yard fencing. What was even better was watching the turkeys peck at the frost and marvel when it melted in their mouths. 😂😂😂 As I have previously said, turkeys is my stupid children…but they are so much fun.
Week 3 was “Mobile Phone”
I do not have the greatest phone camera. This phone’s is better than the last one, but I really just needed a basic smrt phone, so I didn’t go all out on something with a camera better than Voldemort…because it’s easy to do that and then you have this expensive phone to pay for. Uh, no thanks. I’m good with this. 😂😂😂 And beside, this ain’t too shabby for a phone picture!
Next up is “Scapes”…land, sea, city or maybe garlic? If my garlic was growing? But at a brrrrrrr inducing -23*c before the windchill, my garlic is busy sleeping and getting ready to burst forth come time for spring warmth. So I figure I’ll end up with a landscape shot with some sort of animals in it… We’ll have to see. I do have the week ahead of me to take the shot. 🙂
This mild winter we’ve been having has been very good for our ducklings. Very good indeed! Instead of being stuck inside on crazy cold days, they’ve been venturing our into the yard, and they’re now mixing at will with the adult ducks and the turkeys.
Today, we double checked leg bands on everyone. The last thing we want is anyone to have issues because their bad is too tight, so we try to check every week or two. Since it was so nice out, we caught up all the birbs, chickens too, who have bands and checked them, replacing as needed.
And then, as I was collecting eggs, I discovered an unlikely chicken hen pop out a green egg. I was not expecting this girl to be a green layer. She’s a rather unassuming gold colored hen. But I saw the egg come out of her and it was green, so…so I caught her up and banded her. That way I know who she is come time to separate out Chubby, Chonky and a rooster…then I can grab her and put her in with them (plus at least 1 more hen) so that the cornish girls aren’t the only objects of the roo’s affections. Oh, and while banding her, I discovered she has feathered legs/feet. Interesting.
But back to the ducks…
We have 2 mature drakes, and 11 mature hens. Of the 14 ducklings we bought in the summer, 6 turned out to be girls. All except 1 boy went to Freezer Camp. Not too shabby. Then we had 2 clutches hatch successfully, with 19 between them, and our lone duckling from a 3rd hatch where 2 died and 1 survived. That is The Kid’s duck, Cricket. We did lose 1 duckling for unknown reasons, so we are at 19 duck babies. Well, now they aren’t quite so baby-ish ad we’re beginning to be able to tell who’s a boy and who’s a girl. If we’re 100% right, we have 12 hens hatched out and 7 drakes. Of the drakes, only Cricket will stay. So all told, we’ll have 23 hens and 3 drakes once culling is done.
Gotta say, that’s a darn fine late season hatch, to get so many hens! That gives each drake roughly 7 hens each for springtime duckling making. So now we have our fingers crossed for a bunch of the girls setting on nests…and I’m starting to look seriously for crates, bins, barrels…anything I can make places where the girls can hide out in their yard to sit a nest. My hope is for many ducklings to grow over the summer. Hopefully we’ll get to see the prolific hatching nature of muscovy hens this year? Damn, I hope so!!
There’s speculation where the curse “may you live in interesting times” comes from. Some say it’s Chinese, some say English, others Irish. Does it matter? Eh, not so much right now. Perhaps we’ll explore it more another day…
Today I’m just going to say, we are indeed living in interesting times. Between Schrodinger’s Virus and politics…yeesh, the times they are…interesting. And I do wish they were far less so. But, we’re not going to talk about the Virus or the politics. I’m going to tell you this…
Always, always, always, have a plan to keep in contact with your people. What do I mean? Welp, part of what’s going on *waves hands* out there, is people are being de-platformed. And I ain’t discussing reasons why (because it doesn’t matter the why, just that it’s happening), but just know how to contact your people in case you, or they, are cut off. ‘Kay? Just that simple. Have a safe back up contact, be it email, phone number, or even snail mail, so that if for some reason, you are cut off from the standard ways of staying in touch with your folks, you can still check in. Got it?
Here, this blog, *should* be okay. Not a lot of politics. Not much talk of The Virus. So unless angry vegans come along, we should be good here. 😉 But the Farm email is on the sidebar, so I can be found, if necessary.
So that said, check out my handsome rooster:
Have a look at his leg there… Yup, the oddball has feathers down the outside of his legs! While there are breeds that have feathered legs and feet, I don’t have any in my flock, so this was a surprise to see! For now, he’ll be staying on. Mostly because it’s too cold to butcher anyone, and because I have enough hens that having 5 roosters is no big deal. How many hens do I have? Well…yesterday was a record laying day with 62 eggs collected. So, uh…I have a few hens. 😉
Back in the Fall we ran out of time, energy and money to get the greenhouse built. I’d say material wise, we’re about 90% there…now it’s just having the manpower come spring to get ‘er going. As much as I wanted it done before the snows came, we are only 3 people and there was A LOT of other things to get done. And, considering what a bag of dog excrement the person who runs our province is, it’s not like we could put out a call for helpers to get it done either. 🙄 No matter how one feels about the entire virus issue, any politician who encourages snitching on friends, family and neighbours is, IMO, of significantly less value than a bag of dog excrement.
At any rate, without having the entirety of the supplies, it made no sense to knock ourselves out to build and leave it part way done…but now! Ah, but now I’ve found a source of free reusable building materials! Hubby has been stopping at the place for couple weeks now, and the pile of materials is getting to be awesome. So once the ground thaws, the greenhouse project is a go…as well as a couple bachelor coops for roosters and another area for raised garden beds.
I have this plan…
LOL!! It always starts with a plan! So over the Yule break, in a random internet search for an old, long gone from my life acquaintance, I found her latest project. It’s an amazing, powerful, heart breaking, yet beautiful project. And I immediately signed the family up. It’s One More Candle (clickable linky)
From their website:
One More Candle offers you the opportunity to adopt the memory of a child whose life was cut short by hubris and deep seated human evil.
One More Candle is committed to remembering every one of the 1.5 million children murdered in the Shoah (Holocaust).
L’dor v’dor From generation to generation
Simply stated, One More Candle needs you to adopt the memory, a child to honor as though having been one of your own family.
As I said, I got the family on board (trust me it wasn’t hard) and we’ve all adopted a memory. Please consider doing so too.
So, how does this connect with my plan I mentioned above? Well, the past year has shown me how much I need to work on an herb/flower/medicinal garden to go with my food gardens. I’ve been collecting seeds, planning additions, and looking at raised bed ideas to create. And then, yesterday while The Kid and I were doing chores, we were talking about the medicinal garden and we struck on the idea of turning it into a memorial garden. We’ve lost a few important people in our lives in the past few years (including one on New Year’s Eve…but that’s an entire different blog post) and it would be nice to have something on Farm as a memorial. Really, what better than our herbal/medicinal garden?
And then The Kid says “And we can include our children too…because they’re family now, right?” Well damn… I wasn’t crying, it was the stupid turkeys cutting onions. 😉 But she’s right. So, the planning is on for memorial stones for our loved ones (including our children) to remember them. And if I can’t get stones made in time, I do have some lovely scraps of copper sheet and a alphabet punch set that I can make pretty little tags to hang in the apple trees as chimes until I get stones done…in fact, I think the chimes is a great idea to do as well. ❤
In other news…
I’m attempting to do the entire Capture52 project again this year. Last year I fell off the photgraphy wheel way too early, and never really did pick the camera back up to finish the prompts. Ah well. Try, try again, right? And so here I am, giving it another go. The first week was “New”. What better than our “new” dear boy, Hobbes? It seems I’m always going to have neighbour’s barn cats come find us here…it goes with the fact that our cats eat well. It is always The Rule. Everybody eats. So when Hobbesy showed up, we just started adding an extra scoop of cat food to the daily rations. *shrug* Ain’t his fault that he’s here. He’s a super handsome boy…and like aaaaaalllllll the other boys, as soon as we can get him in to the vet, he’ll be losing his boys. 😉
Once he’s neutered, there will be peace among the felines again. *sigh* That’s the biggest problem with these guys showing up all the time. No one else around here neuters their boys and I end up with them coming for food and fighting with my TroubleCat. And Trouble is the King. He takes no guff, but he’s getting older and eventually he’s gonna slow down. I’m tired of the young boys showing up thinking they can beat the crap out of the King and take over. Them young boys are too dumb and full of their balls to realize the girls ain’t interested since they’re all spayed. No kittens for my hunting girls! But at least Hobbes listens when I tell him to knock it off…and he’s slowly learning that Daphne just wants to play. lol
Huh. Seems I’ve not posted yet this year. Guess it’s time change that, right? 😉
Alright, so our Christmas was quiet. Pretty much like our Christmas has been ever since we moved out here. We don’t put up a tree (2 kittens who would climb/kill it and a dog who…well, let’s just say a tree won’t work with Daphne and leave it at that 😉 ) and we don’t really do much different. Chores still have to be done, animals have to be fed, equine excrement still has to be scraped…so yeah, we cleaned up horse crap, and did all the usual daily stuff. Then simply enjoyed family time. And we had a good time using our ever growing shooting berm. 😀
New Year’s found us fighting to stay awake. New year’s day we dealt with the upset tummy of a Palomino Princess. Colic is no fun at anytime, but it was one of the colder days and that made it even worse. Of course, the weather bouncing all over the place is what led to her colicking, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. Thankfully, it wasn’t a case where she needed veterinarian intervention. Whew!
Then the last day before Hubby had to go back to work came, and we had a massive wing BBQ. Just because we could. And then we ate wings for 3 days, because we cleaned out 2 years worth of wings from the freezers to cook up. 😂😂😂
Now we’re just going along, happily enjoying the beautifully unseasonably warm January weather. I’m loving that the chickens can be outside all day long. I’m loving that the horses aren’t stuck at the troughs eating, eating, eating to stay warm. I’m loving that a bale of hay that normally goes 7 days in winter is going 10-12 days. I’m loving that we have a nice covering of snow without being under 8 feet of it. 😂😂😂