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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)








Lost in Coyote Woods

22 Jun

Just south of my sunny and beautiful Back Forty lies the dangerous place known as the Coyote Woods.  It’s dangerous.  If a goat goes in there and doesn’t return before dark, they won’t return at all.

When I was weeding the garden, I heard the loud, upset voice of a goat.  I figured someone was stuck, so I took off (photos, including the one above, are a re-creation because I don’t carry a camera when I garden and I don’t dilly dally when I go get a goat unstuck).  As I got closer to the fence line, I felt my heart sink.  It was T-Bone, Victoria’s big beautiful and wild buck.

“Get away from me! I want my maa!!!!!!!”

It was worse than having his head stuck–he was in the Coyote Woods, and he didn’t know how to get back.  I wished him luck with the coyotes and headed back to the house.  By the time I had finished my trek across pasture and returned to the barnyard, my plan was in place.

I waited for the rest of the herd to return.  I really hoped he would have miraculously figured out how to get back, but nope.  He wasn’t there.

I got a collar and leash and called my mom to assist.  When she got here, I told Victoria we were going after her boy.  For some reason, she thought we were going back into the pasture.

“I suppose I can go back out to pasture and eat some more while we look for my boy,” said Victoria.

Nope.  Instead, I loaded her onto the Ranger (She didn’t want to do that again, even just for pictures, so you get my really bad Photoshop re-creation for this).  We slowly drove down the road to the bottom of my property.

“Can I steer? You’re driving like a maniac!” yelled Victoria.

After wading through grasses taller than me, we got to the panel that I can open between the two properties.  I tied Victoria there (with my mom to make sure she didn’t tangle herself up).

“Oh, this collar does pinch a bit, and I can reach those delicious weeds,” she complained.

Then I went up the hill to find her boy in the dark and dangerous woods.  Luckily, he was still right along the fence line.  When I got past him, I yelled down to Victoria that she needed to call to him.  I figured, even if she didn’t respond, he’d run away from me towards his mom.  Luckily, she answered me.

“I’m here, T-bone, baby! Come to maamaa!”

He answered her.  It was just a few minutes before he got to the bottom of the hill.  We had one minor detour when I got too close, but I waded through the brambles and got behind him again to steer him in the right direction.  I heard my mom shout to me that he was through!  Well, yay, but I was busy removing the raspberry brambles from my legs.

After I finally freed myself and made it back to the open panel, I untied Victoria and the two of them took off on hoof to go back to the barnyard.

I told my mom I’d take the Ranger around through pasture to get my supplies to refasten the panel and pick her up. (Did I mention that I had just had my dad help me put a new battery in the Ranger that morning because I was tired of having to charge it for thirty minutes before I could use it?)

When I turned to face the west, I saw a horrible storm cloud on the horizon.

I raced through the field of tall grass in the Ranger.  I had seed flying everywhere, filling the Ranger, pelting me in the face, sticking to my chest.  By the time I got there, my bra was full of grass seed (I’ll spare you that: no re-creation).

I told my mom I’d just put one wire on and come back later.  She seemed puzzled by my rush because she hadn’t yet seen the storm moving in.  I quickly told her, “Get in the Ranger and keep your mouth shut.”  I think she was a bit offended about the keep your mouth shut part until I elaborated that it would be full of grass seed.  Then I took off driving like a maniac.  We pulled into the garage just as the storm hit!

Whew!  Safe and sound.  T-Bone better be thanking me for that.

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

Rescuing Jules

18 Mar

With the chaos of Sallie’s kids and about a dozen other things going on, I forgot to let Leo and Jules in last night before I went to bed.  I called this morning, and Leo came to the house, but Jules didn’t show up.  I kept calling, and just when I was about to give up and go to work, I heard her answer me.  I kept calling and following her responses.  I finally found her.



I think she must have been on her way through the woods to visit Grandma because she was in the tree.  Well, she was sitting on the ledge where we had to cut half the tree down (No picture because it was dark and I was running late).


I knew I couldn’t get her because it was probably 20 – 30 feet high, so I called my nephew and left her extraction in his and my son’s capable hands.  I mean, they’re not firemen, but they can surely handle removing one sweet cat from her perch on the tree.

ladder  w

By the time they got here, she had disappeared.  She had gone down into the crack where the squirrels live.  It was some kind of Goldilocks thing trying to sleep in their den.  No that’s not it.  No.  No. No. Wrong story.  Jules is an original fairy tale.  I didn’t know any of this until later, when I finally sent my son a text and asked if they had gotten her down from the tree.


What do you do with that?  I felt like Old Mother Hubbard because I didn’t know what to do.   Should I be more worried about my kid, my cat or my tree.  Really.  Anyhow, he got my mom to come help him (the nephew had defected) to call 911 if he fell off the ladder, and he proceeded to huff and puff and blow… I mean, he removed a hole from the tree.  (Really.)  They couldn’t find my poor kitten.  Maybe she was down in the hole looking for her mittens!

Tree hole_0023ew

They decided to go to my dad’s for more tools, but when they went to pull out of the drive, they saw she had climbed back up out of the crack.  Back they went and my son climbed the ladder again.

Tree_0022ewJules, being the coy little kitty that she is would enjoy him petting her, but she wasn’t about to get close enough to let him grab her (that’s why you shouldn’t tease a cat you might some day have to rescue).  Finally, she came within his reach, and he brought her down the tree.  Luckily, for her, he didn’t keep his word and kill her.  Instead, they brought her in the house and gave her a bowl of food.

cat by door_0018ew

By the time I got home, she was little Miss Innocent eating her curds and whey.  No. Wrong story again.  She was sitting at the door begging to go outside.  No way!

Sharing with Alphabe-Thursday for the letter R.  R is for Rescuing Jules.