And you know that ain't good. Saturday night when I went out to close the chickens, one was missing. So Sunday morning I'm going up to the road to get the paper and there is Bea on the other side of the road, just sitting there. She had been hit by a car and I think her leg is broke. I have her in a coyote trap now and she can scoot from one end to the other. She laid an egg Sunday and Monday, but the shell was too fragile. Today her egg was okay. I hope she will be able to recover enough to keep away from other chickens. I also lost my Buff Brahma Sunday; hawk, I think.
And today I bought some baby chicks.
Two red sex-links, one barred rock and one americauna.
I didn't get everything done, but some of it. I cleaned off my back porch, except of hauling a few things to the barn and donating stuff. Had lunch; went and got a massage. Oh yea! It was great.
Then after feeding the horses I trimmed my Miscanthus grass, some of the shrubbery in the front and these in the picture. Even though I know what they are, my mind will not let me tell you right now. Anyway, the chickens loved going through my pile of limbs.
"Surely there is something is this big pile"
I decided to eat the huge three inch egg I got a couple of weeks ago. It was a double yolked egg. I just broke one of the yolks when I cracked it open.
That's okay because I ended up scrambling it up and fixing kind of a omelet. It was yummy.
After being away for several hours, I always come home and check on my chickens. I just check the nesting places. As you can see there are three more boxes on the top where someone could go to lay an egg. Nope; I'll just wait,thank you. I know you can't see her, but there is a chicken in the slot behind the one waiting.
And then again, maybe we won't wait. These three decided they would just do groupie thing. Or two couldn't hold it any longer and jumped in is more like it.
Last week my brother brought home a goldfinch and turned it loose at his house. I don't know why he brought it home, but it was in the cage because it had been hurt. The person taking care of it might have had cats around. Just a guess.
It was jumping around wanting out. When he opened up the box, it flew off. It never got to high but at least it was flying. He has feeders out, so it should have plenty to eat. Hopefully it will be okay and be ready for its flight north soon.
Saturday morning I was on my way to the barn and took this picture. There are a few clouds but it is shadowy mostly because I'm facing the sun. But I do like it.
Last Friday I got my first Welsummer egg. It is that little dark brown one on top. I'm excited that they are finally starting to lay; although they are just six months old. My egg business is really picking up.
Then Saturday I got this one. A Buff Orphington laid this. She doesn't usually lay eggs this big; she must have been holding it a while.
And it's a opossum! Last night I heard Molly outside just a barking. I stuck my head out the door but didn't really go investigate. Later Molly came in the house and started licking her paw. That is when I saw a drop of blood. I went out and Molly somewhat led me to the opossum.
Of course, Molly is after it again. This is one of those situations where if your head is hid you must be out of sight.
"Where did he go?" I hope that little opossum has learned the lesson and doesn't come back here.
A few minutes later I heard fighting and found Chili's head in Molly's mouth. Not good. She has a few scratches, but nothing serious. Molly gets the spanking because Chili is too small for her to fight with. Chili probably started it because she doesn't like Molly to get in her space.
Saturday we were all laying a water line for over five hundred feet. One running the ditch witch, three of us gluing and laying the pipe and one working with the shut off switches. These are my cousins cows on the other side of the fence wondering what's going on. The calves see Sarge, my nephew's HUGE lab.
We were about three pipes short (no one knows how that happened) so my brother finished Sunday afternoon. We most of it done in three to four hours. The iffy part was crossing a creek.
That is the big bull lying down. He could have cared less what we were doing.