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Birds: Domestic and Wild

21 Jun

I know I shared that my little phoenix hen had a bad leg.  She has still been shut in the little pen.  When I’ve taken treats out, I made sure she got some too.

phoenix hen enjoying cucumber

Then a few days ago, my young peacock couldn’t walk either.  I made sure he had a low water pan to drink from and added another food dish near it.  He also got treats.

peacock with his cucumber

Thursday night I noticed he was acting much better.  By Friday, he was up and walking around again.

My little hen was also showing enough improvement that I could let her out.  The first thing she did was take a dirt bath.

She is still doing well out of the pen.

I am sorry to report though that my white Chinese goose died.  She was the oldest animal on the farm.  She was fine; I put her in for the night; the next morning she had died.

Chinese goose June 2000 – June 2018

Now my last goosey girl is sitting on a nest half-heartedly.  It might be good if she did hatch herself a companion because my gander is quite old and showing his age too.

Our torrential rains the other day were not good for the wild birds.  I found a nest on the ground in the north paddock with Harley and Sidney.  Then I found a baby bird with its butt stuck up in the air.  I didn’t think it would be alive when I picked it up, but it was.  Then I found a second one that was upside down.  That one squawked several times when I picked it up.  It had a drop of blood on its forehead, and they were both cold and weak.  I did the only thing I could and put them in the nest and put it as far up in the oak tree as I could.

It wasn’t far, but I hoped it was enough and that mom was watching.  I had to go out by the tree the next day, and they were both still alive and snuggled down in the nest and looking stronger!

I hope they can hang in that precarious place I set them.

Update since I first prepared this post (Yes, I’m so far behind in telling you about things that I have to update my already prepared posts.):  The babies are gone.  I hope they were just old enough to leave the nest.  The nest is still sitting there, and I did not see any sign that a predator got them, so I hope they are doing well.  This picture is from the day before they left.

Finally, here’s a few other bird pictures that I just haven’t had time to share.

eastern meadowlark

barn swallow

barn swallow nest (not beloning to the bird above)

cardinal

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Mud Season

23 Jan

Right after we get done with cold and snow,

Sky

we go straight into mud season.

“It’s not my fault.”

The geese love it since they are waterfowl.

It’s not so good for my kitchen floor.

I suppose I might have it clean again by May.

But I reallly need to do something with this hill.  I’ve started feeding some hay out there, and you can see a bit of grass has already sprouted with just these few warm days.

I need to haul a lot of that loose hay from the floor of the barn and spread all around, but I just don’t know when I can find the time to do it.

Being Naughty

21 Jan

I think it was last Wednesday that we finally came out of the ridiculously cold to just a bit below average cold.  It was warm enough for the goats to feel naughty and get in trouble.

Casey: Don’t look at me. It was Moose.

As soon as I went into the barnyard to do chores, I noticed some goat had opened the gate to the birds’ pen.  They had eaten the corn from the birds’ pan, but luckily they hadn’t broken into the big tub of corn.

Zinnia: It was just a little snack.

I kicked out the goats and saw the geese were still just sitting outside in the pen.

I looked in and saw the birds still inside the building.

Nugget is getting big and handsome.

Then I started walking through the barn and found my old male peacock lying out there sunning himself.

Luckily, he wasn’t too hard for me to grab, but I missed getting both wings tucked in right away, and he beat the snot out of me.  I literally had bruise lines on my jaw from where his wings smacked me.

At least I got him back into the safety of his pen.

Then I put my twine back around the gate so they can’t do that again.

Naughty goats.