The gang’s all here.You put these here for us, right? We needed a grooming station.
The gang’s not really all there. A few of them are trapped in the greenhouse with the Silkie moms and their chicks today, because I was worried. Things are going to change. I have to get the birds under cover for their own safety, asap, and it’s going to be hard.
Yesterday I got out of my car to a bald eagle hovering overhead. We looked at each other, I told him to leave, and he tipped and banked towards the greenhouse.
I went over there. All the birds were hunkered, still and silent, under the nearest shelter they could find. They watched me. I watched the death raptor, circling low over us, beaky head taking everything in. The eagle and I stared each other down, me standing in the middle of hen land, with a big stick that would be next to useless (a javelin?), daring him to try it. He conceded and left, but I have a feeling he’ll check back later. I have to get everyone moved in, and they’re not going to be thrilled about it.
First snow in October! Real snow too, big swirling flakes that are sticking around for a little while. The Caped Crusader doesn’t wait for me to distribute the food.These are the four middle chicks, having a snow day in the greenhouse. Snow is pretty much rain, only quiet. The co-mamas and the 7 Silkies. Adorable. They’re so tiny. I’m in dread of stepping on one, since they’re so small and brown and hard to see. Luckily Marshmallow is fierce. She runs off any of the other chicks and hens, so I know these little ones are getting enough to eat.
There’s a cuckoo. Apples’ chick is large than the few days lead she has on the others, and is probably a Silkie cross.
We’ve had a lot of rain in a week and a bit. The ground is soft and muddy everywhere, and that makes the electric fence easy to knock over.
The pigs escaped after their supper yesterday, an hour before dark. I thought I heard them snorting around in the woods by the house, and I assumed that they would be bedding down and we’d see them in the morning. Boy was I wrong.
They had wandered nearly a kilometer away, and there was a grand nighttime pig drive, our neighbour herding them down the road towards us in a side by side, Hugh rattling a bucket of feed that they ignored, and me sprinting back and forth to keep them on the road.
They were so tired and cranky, all they wanted to do was lie down, so the hardest part was the final bit through the brushy orchard and field, where they were separating, circling back, and flopping down anywhere they could. What a miserable rodeo. Then we had another torrential downpour overnight.
This morning we moved their house onto dry land (they root, it rains, it becomes a mud hole, I move them) and moved their territory. After breakfast and a cursory exploration of this week’s ground to churn up (pleased oinking), they went in their house to make a nest (more pleased oinking), and passed out. They’re going to sleep real well after that big adventure. We are planning to take one of the three out tomorrow.What a night. You can’t even.
The wild birds are well fed. They’ve been cleaning out my crop of sunflowers. From full to this, all in four days. I grew them for them, but I hoped to ration them out a little better, and for my chickens to get some.
Makes me want to grow a field of them, but then the ravens will come and really clean them out.The pigs are moved again, now in the “pasture”, which is much easier to move the fence through. Of course, they are hiding.It was a hot and humid day (just before it got cold and very rainy), so they were in their brushy bit, covered with mud.