Monty

Monty didn’t make it.
If you follow me on Instagram, or we’re friends on FB, you already knew that.
Sadly, chicks that need help to hatch have a low chance of survival.
But, I always try.
I always want to give life a chance.
Sometimes, oft times, I lose to Death.
Sometimes tho…sometimes, I win.
Like with 13 the Turkey (who is one of my best layers and broodies).
And Lefty the chicken, who brought me her clutch of 5 chicks last Fall.
So I always try…

Anyways…
I said I’d keep y’all updated, and there, now y’all know.
Yesterday I just took the day to putter in the garden and sit with the grief of it.
I know he was just a 2 day old duck, who likely was gonna end up in Freezer Camp, but still…
We have a connection to our food animals here.
When you raise them, and love them, and give them the best life they can have, there is a connection that makes you hurt when you lose one prematurely.
And it’s not because of the loss of food, it’s the loss of the life that leads up to that…
There was no chance to swim and splash.
No chance to chase bugs. Or play with other ducks. Or waddle about to and fro like ducks like to do.
That’s what I was…am…mourning.
The life that leads up to the moment, that one bad moment, where the food animals fulfill their destiny.
I might be a bit soft for Farm Life.

And, I know I can avoid that grief by not helping chicks out of shells, but, as I said…
I always want to give Life a chance.
Always.
That’s just me.

Last night we sat on the deck, with music and wobbly pops and bbq.
And in one quiet moment, The Kid says “I hear chirping…and it’s not Bart!”
We looked at the cat house where the broody hens were…
I reached in under those hens and found a wee surprise:

Bart standing, new baby sitting.

And so now we’re back at 2.
Life.
She’ll always find Her way.

Catch Up

So it’s been a while.
Mostly because we’ve been busy.
Chasing after a few hundred birds and keeping them alive and well in sweltering heat and smokey conditions has left us…

Exhausted.

Up at 4am, passed out in the chair by 9pm and up again at 10pm to get all the birds into their safe beds for the night…there is no such thing as getting them to go to the coops before it’s dark.
Birds are assholes that way.

Yesterday we picked up 10 freebie roosters.
They’re in a quarantine bachelor pen until they’re big enough to go to Freezer Camp.

Today we (well, mostly MCFHubby) moved Ripple the Duck and her 5 abducted children out of the meat chicken house (she was sitting her own nest in there with 2 other ducks…1 duck’s clutch hatched before Ripple’s, so Ripple stole her ducklings and abandoned her own nest) and then closed up the front side of the meat chicken house to become the next bachelor pen.
From here on out, as we put chickens to bed at night, we’ll scoop up roosters from the first hatcher group and put them in there. They are just a few weeks away from going Camping, and are starting to crow and enjoy their testosterone…which means their jumping on every hen they can catch, no matter the size. And that means off to the “boys only” area.

Yesterday I had to cull a couple of cornish that had been too badly “used” by those teenaged roosters.
*sigh*
This really is the worst part of raising roosters for the freezer…that line where they are nice young boys to when they turn into horny teens who’ll hump anything is a fine one…and sadly, these 2 birbs paid for me missing it.
But, I was able to save their carcass to put into the crockpot to feed the elderly house cat who shrieks endlessly day and night for her roasted chicken.
At least there is that.

Garden is growing well…

I pulled out the garlic, because the tops had died right back. Not the greatest of crops, but better than last year, so I’m happy. A few more pics here:

And more garden pics here:

And the goose babies are growing like crazy.
Eating garden weeds and grocery store salads from the Loop pickups like crazy.
They come running, singing everytime they see the recycling bin of greens coming.
They did not care for the strawberries, but that’s okay.
The turkeys tried to kill me for them
😂😂😂
Literally, tried to knock me down to get the strawberries from me.
Who knew turkeys would be so…excitable for berries???
Next task is to make a safe yard area for the turkey babies to get some outside time.
They’re growing leaps and bounds and really need to start getting outside. But, their brooder was moved into the turkey yard (where it’s supposed to be) and I have to create a smaller yard within that yard for them to come out and the big birbs can’t be dirty rotten assholes to them. 😉

We have 7 ducklings that were hatched this year that are growing nicely.
2 are still house ducks (Oreo and Poop Machine) but once MCFHubby builds them a smaller brooder for on the deck, that will change.
We also have a smaller coop that was given to us when a friend left her Farm, that we’re fixing up a bit that can become a duckling space.
It’s all the time thing, right?
Hubby is working long hours and it’s hot and it’s hard to get things done…but we’re doing what we can.

And I’m cutting grass every damn place I can for hay.
Last weekend we heard from our Hay Guy, asking if we need for the winter…
Um, yes please!
But the drought here is so prevalent, I am worried af that he won’t have for us.
That means I’m searching for other options and praying that there’s enough money to afford them.

It’s been a scary year for owners of hay eating animals.
Worse than the last few drought-ish years.
Like it’s still July and for us to hear from our Hay Guy now???
Terrifying.
Not even kidding about that.
😥
But we’ll figure something out…It’s not like the nags are going anywhere.
Even if it *were* a possibility, every horse owner in the province is in the same boat, so the only place they could go if we had to get rid of them is to auction…that means a trip to the meat truck.
And that is **NOT** an option.
So we’ll figure something out.

We’re still plugging away on the greenhouse.
Still trying to find someone to come fix our leaking well line.
Still working on the newest garden space.
Working, working, working.