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Friday’s Hunt v3.25

23 Jun

Welcome back to Friday’s Hunt. I want to thank everyone who joined in last week. I had a lot of fun visiting everyone who linked up. It’s very simple. Anyone can participate. The link opens at 7pm Central time and will close Sunday at 7pm, so you have plenty of time to enter. Hopefully, you’ll be inspired to visit some of the other entries.

If you didn’t participate this week but would like to next week the topics will be: Starts with Z, Week’s Favorite, and dessert. I will always keep a list of the items for the coming week in my sidebar at the top. I am crazy busy with working on the farm right now, but I will make sure to visit all participants. Without further ado, here’s my interpretations for the week.

Starts with Y:  I’ve only ever had one goat with a Y name on the farm.  That’s Yolanda!  Luckily, she was an excellent model.

Week’s Favorite:  So many choices!  I have to say, I’ve really enjoyed all the birds out in pasture.  That’s a benefit to all the time I spend tracking kids out there.

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Splash:  The geese were enjoying their pool when we were so hot.  Sadly, my hope that the llady llamas spending a lot more time in the barnyard would keep them safe was not the case.  I lost my African gander.  They are back to being shut in with the chickens and peacocks.  I am herding them into the building at night to keep them safe from raccoons.  I am seriously not liking all the predators.  I had geese without problems for sixteen years, and it breaks my heart to have them killed like this unless they are locked in that small space.

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Before I turn it over to you, I will definitely do another round.  I’ve been coming up with items.  I did like Claire’s suggestion of taking out the “week’s favorite” for another prompt.  Of course, if you choose to do only one prompt or two and then give me your favorite, I’ll still be happy.  Blogging is supposed to be fun, not a lot of silly rules.  Thanks to all who continue to join in the fun!

Now it’s Your Turn!

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Darwin Awards Contestant

3 Jun

Last night I took my shot at becoming a winner of the Darwin Award.  Although, I knew I was being stupid at the time, so that might have disqualified me from the start.  Let me tell you the lead up to the event.  If you remember, I was losing chickens, so I was trapping predators.  All was going well.  In fact, I had just bragged to my mom that I hadn’t lost any more chickens since I quit trapping.  That was my mistake.

All three nasty roosters are still okay.

About two days later, I noticed something had dug under the pen to my chicken’s yard, and my little broody hen was gone.   My pen is so old and in such bad shape I don’t even know how to fix it.  I don’t think it can be, but I tried hobbling it.

When I went out to check goats in the middle of the night, I found a raccoon in the pen with a chicken.  It had already killed a second one.

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The next night, my repair work was holding, or else, I scared it off when I went out to check goats because I did see one by the pen, but it hadn’t gotten in.

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The next evening (last night), when I was taking Helen her meds, I noticed a raccoon sleeping in the hollow tree trunk, so I called my dad to come shoot it.  We weren’t happy with how it was curled up.  He prefers a quick head shot, but we couldn’t see its head.  We figured he’d shoot it in the butt and make it really mad, but it never moved–it was already dead.  I hope it choked on a chicken bone.

Kizzy’s kids from several years ago (much cuter than a dead raccoon)

Last night, when I did my bedtime check of goats, I already had a raccoon in the trap, but I figured my dad was asleep, so I left it for morning.  When I went out at 3:30 this morning to check goats, I noticed the geese were all out in the pen huddled in a corner.  I went in and found another dead chicken–my sweet little red hen that was always in my corn when I fed goats.  When I went into the building, I saw the coon ambling up the wall and hiding in the rafters.  I opened the back door and yelled at it, but it wasn’t moving.  I used a food pan and Frisbee tossed it at the thing.  It didn’t budge even though I bounced the food pan off of it several times.

I went for something with more substance–rocks and bricks.  That made it mad, but it still wasn’t going to move.

I was not about to let it stay in there and kill more chickens or my peacocks and geese.  I finally went for a big fence post and javelin threw it at the raccoon.  Unfortunately, I woofed the first toss and ended up sticking it into my hand.  I kept at it, and I did get pretty good, but no matter how many times I hit it with the fence post it stayed there.  That’s when I decided to go all Darwin Award Contestant on the raccoon.  Instead of throwing the post at the raccoon, I poked at it, trying to shove it down.  Let me tell you, raccoons are not made for jumping, but when they launch their lead balloon bodies with full force, it falls with all teeth and claws and looks really scary.

a survivor

I made it out of the way; although I caught myself on a saw horse and sprained my wrist on the hand I didn’t shove the post into.  The raccoon took off out the brand new hole it had just dug under the pen.  I hope it hurts really badly today after the beating it took last night.  Since I didn’t kill myself in this stupid episode, I am not even a runner up for the Darwin Awards.

I decided the only thing I could do was get a functional door to try and shut the birds in the building at night and hopefully keep raccoons out. Bless my dad because I called him and he came through!  We spent the afternoon replacing a couple of boards and adjusting it so it would actually close, and I can shut the remaining birds in tonight.

I already let the geese out of the pen.  I don’t think I could get them to go in at night.  They hate staying inside.  I figure they stand a better chance in the barnyard with the two llamas spending more time up here, and hopefully, the coyotes will stay away now.

I am launching an all out war on the raccoons because they are not cute.  They are brutal, filthy killers, and they are some of the worst for spreading rabies. Ask my sister who had to have rabies shots if you don’t believe me.

Dwindling Bird Population

9 Feb

I have very few birds left on my farm.  I have the two peacocks.  Both of my hens were really old and have succumbed to the crazy weather.

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I’ve lost more geese to the coyotes.  I finally got the remaining six into the chicken coop.   It’s too small of a space, but it’s the only way I can protect them right now.

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Sadly, there’s plenty of room for birds in the coop because I’ve lost more hens.

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I think I finally have taken care of the predators, but I only have nine hens (and the three nasty roosters) left.

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It’s been a bit disheartening not to be able to keep my birds safe.

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