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Nugget on the Loose

30 Aug

The nugget has gotten big and brave and decided to go exploring outside the chicken pen.

Nugget

There might be some dangers outside the pen.

Xerxes and Sam

Run, Nugget! Run!

Don’t worry.

Nugget made it back in with mama Phoenix.

I hope you’ll come back to join me for Friday’s Hunt.  I have this week’s items at the top of my side bar.

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This and That

23 Aug

The Nugget

The nugget is getting big.  I’m still going to insist that the chick has to be a girl (not that I really have a clue yet).  I think it’s safe to say that, even though mama is a Phoenix hen, the egg donor was a barred rock.

The phoenix chickens and the peacocks like to roost in the rafters at night.

I don’t know how mama got her little nugget up there.

But she managed to get it down in the morning too.  I’m impressed.

The Garage.

When I was at work on Friday, another load of dirt got hauled in and added to the front of the garage.  I think I will actually be able to get the Ranger in and out without having to use the all-wheel drive once the gravel gets spread over there.  I can hardly wait until it’s done!

The Rain.

It might be a while until they can do more work because we had another surprise rain Sunday morning and it rained on Monday too.  The mallow is really looking happy with the rain though.

The Calf.

The calf nursing is Purple 11’s baby that was born here.  He’s already getting big!

Before My Coffee

5 Aug

I am not really a morning person, and my mornings seem to be getting more and more busy before I can even get that first cup of coffee in.  It starts with going out to milk my girls. Cinnamon is usually already yelling before I manage to get dressed and out the door.

Cinnamon

Before milking, I swing by the chicken building and let the birds out.

stupid roosters

The girls generally beat me to the milk room, but they have to wait for me to get my milking stuff.  Stormy gets milked first.  Then Cinnamon.

Stormy

I’m trying to avoid letting Dolly come in because her girls are still nursing.  Most mornings I’m not successful, so I do end up milking her too.  Seriously.  Could you resist that face peeking in the door at you (it really is through the door, and there’s a muddy hoof print where her nose is)?

Dolly

Then I get a pitcher of sweet feed and go to milk Clover.  I have her shut in to keep her kids off her, and I want to make sure she has all she can eat hay to get her strength back.

After milking, I have to go in and take care of the milk.  It is immediately filtered and put in the refrigerator or freezer.  Because Clover was just wormed, I also have to keep her milk separate.

Clover

Then I go check on my old ladies.  I have to keep an eye on Minnie. She is old and growing weak.  I know she won’t be around much longer.

Minnie Pearl

Then it’s time to go check Purple 11.  We are still waiting on her calf.

Purple 11

That is generally walking half way out to the back hill; although, I was very happy the morning we had rain to see she was in the barnyard yet.

When I get done with the barnyard chores, it’s time for the house chores.  Sky wants to play.  For some reason, he seems to be a play-in-the-morning kind of pup.

Sky (with the remains of a plant) and Snickers

Bob and Snickers both go in and out of the house several times.

Bob

I make sure the dog and cats have food.

Rocky

Finally, while I’m making Snickers his poached egg, I get to start my coffee brewing.   I’m also usually playing tug-of-war or fetch the ball with Sky while I’m cooking.  He is a maniac.

I think I’m about ready for fewer morning chores.