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Another Photo Dump

19 Mar

I haven’t shared a lot this week other than our crazy weather and kidding.  So here’s some other things from around the farm and house.

My bratopotamus Zora

My Christmas cactus is blooming again. It loves the new plant stand and the window.

The little one my mom gave me is getting ready to bloom too–it’s peach!

And look how much closer it is to opening since I first created this post.


Guess who’s laying now!

This crazy weather had Dolly getting sick; she’s back in the garage. I need a bigger garage.

Odie drinking snow because nobody likes the fence I put across the barnyard.



So enjoy the pictures and I’ll get you caught up soon.  My new big hurdle is trying to figure out how to get all the goats out of the garage. Sigh…

Some Odds and Ends

21 Feb

Tux was due for his last vaccine to be fully vaccinated.  The vet came out to the farm and did it.

Tux (I swear he never leaves his spot on the Ranger)

He also trimmed the dog’s toenails while he was here.  This dog. He’s just a lot.

Sky sniffing Flora

It’s a good thing I adore him.


At least now if I let Tux out of the garage and he leaves, he’s fully good to go.

But he’s not going to leave. He likes his food and attention.

I am getting a few eggs now.

egg in the nest box

So far they have all been green or white.

That means the only ones laying are some of the old girls.

Easter egg hen

brown leghorn

Mr. Peacock is still using his foot and opening the toes. I just hope he keeps healing.

Mr. Peacock

The cats seem to have fully recovered from their colds.



Man, it was a long week with all of them in the house sneezing.


14 Feb

The feed store switched brands of corn on me. I don’t care as long as they keep it in stock.  But I must say, I do like the new feed bag.  I think I need to turn some of these into tote bags.

Some time last week, I found my first chicken egg in about three months.  The old ladies are not about to lay an egg when the days are short.  They really don’t care.

from a brown leghorn

Although, they do still expect to get treats of mealworm.

one of the brown leghorns

Who am I to argue?


Now that Bob is gone, I never know who I’m going to have on my lap while I’m knitting in the evening.


so helpful

And Herbie doesn’t care if it’s already occupied.  He’s joining the party!

Tiger and Herbie

I’ve decided I’m not sure what’s going on with Mr. Peacock’s foot.  It isn’t frostbite.  It’s not dead.  It’s very much alive.  That means, I think he had a deep bruise on the bottom of his foot from landing on something very hard with the cold weather.  Then he keeps re-bruising it.  I think.

Coming to enjoy some meal worms

However, he didn’t seem to be able to open his toes.  But when I went out on Sunday, they were open and he was gingerly walking on the foot.  I did see his toenails were way to long since he hasn’t hardly used it, so I caught him and trimmed his nails.  Hopefully, he’ll continue to improve and not injure it again.

While I’m on the subject of birds, Ms. Goose found the pool!

Ms. Goose

She even got in for a real bath.  Granted, it was half ice when she was in there, but that has been taken care of.

I’m still working on getting Tux to accept the dog.  I’m pretty sure he’s safe from Sky unless he attacks.


It’s just that I don’t know how to convince him not to run from or attack the dog.


I’m not sure I’ll ever be successful, but I’ll keep trying while it’s winter and he’s in the garage.  He really doesn’t seem to mind being left in the garage.