YES !!!! I’m looking a little ( lot) lobster shade of pink and all as a direct result of over indulging in an overdose of full on sunshine. I know it’s sinful, I know it’s wrong but it felt SO good !!
Yesterday we said goodbye to Lamb Chop. Lamb Chop was the ugliest most personable lamb God ever created, he had wonky horns, his little bandy legs were never coordinated, his butt was never clean and his asymmetrical jaw line gave him a lob sided appearance. He had a bawl that broke the decibel level and he used it frequently. Lamb Chop was never meant to be, we found him frozen and abandoned by his mom, he was hypothermic and we saved him, but he was never quite right. Sadly, yesterday, after a day out in the pasture with the formation eating team and with a very full tummy, Lamb Chop went to the pasture in the sky. We will never know why he gave up the fight but we do know that we are going to miss him. There will never be another Lamb Chop, that lamb was one of a kind.....and no, Lamb Chop is not destined to retire to the freezer !
The chicks in the roost have become teenagers and are now fully feathered. Significantly the newly feathered teenagers are beginning to get hormonal, combs and bright red wattles are pretty good indicators of male hormones and it would appear there is an inordinate amount of testosterone wafting around their new accommodation. The teenage chicks had seriously outgrown the brooding box, their “chick patch” in the Shack had got a little crowded (and was required by the newest batch of chicks) so it was time to move on.. and how better to move a bevy of birds to the awaiting chicken tractor... than by tractor. It wasn’t exactly limo service, it wasn’t even a shabby taxi but the all grown up chicks were crated up with a minimum of drama and unceremoniously transferred to the waiting and empty chicken tractor. The thing about an empty chicken tractor is (1) there are no momma hens waiting to chew their tail feathers and (2) the grass has grown to jungle proportions and once installed in their new mobile home….we promptly lost them. Today they were looking quite at home, little chicken brains had begun to tick over and it was clearly discovered that the green stuff is edible. Little trails had been made in the tall grass and the birds were happily roosting and munching at the same time. In about three months the young hens should be starting to earn their living…as for the young roosters, I think Adolf the resident Rhode Island Red rooster has little or no tolerance for potential testosterone charged competition and they will be “leaving home” before they start to feel their wattles combs or anything else.
Well, it’s time to move again, “ones” butt isn’t how it used to be and wriggling and jiggling no longer lowers the irritable discomfort in my nether regions, I just have to move. Take care, keep safe, M
Yesterday we said goodbye to Lamb Chop. Lamb Chop was the ugliest most personable lamb God ever created, he had wonky horns, his little bandy legs were never coordinated, his butt was never clean and his asymmetrical jaw line gave him a lob sided appearance. He had a bawl that broke the decibel level and he used it frequently. Lamb Chop was never meant to be, we found him frozen and abandoned by his mom, he was hypothermic and we saved him, but he was never quite right. Sadly, yesterday, after a day out in the pasture with the formation eating team and with a very full tummy, Lamb Chop went to the pasture in the sky. We will never know why he gave up the fight but we do know that we are going to miss him. There will never be another Lamb Chop, that lamb was one of a kind.....and no, Lamb Chop is not destined to retire to the freezer !
The chicks in the roost have become teenagers and are now fully feathered. Significantly the newly feathered teenagers are beginning to get hormonal, combs and bright red wattles are pretty good indicators of male hormones and it would appear there is an inordinate amount of testosterone wafting around their new accommodation. The teenage chicks had seriously outgrown the brooding box, their “chick patch” in the Shack had got a little crowded (and was required by the newest batch of chicks) so it was time to move on.. and how better to move a bevy of birds to the awaiting chicken tractor... than by tractor. It wasn’t exactly limo service, it wasn’t even a shabby taxi but the all grown up chicks were crated up with a minimum of drama and unceremoniously transferred to the waiting and empty chicken tractor. The thing about an empty chicken tractor is (1) there are no momma hens waiting to chew their tail feathers and (2) the grass has grown to jungle proportions and once installed in their new mobile home….we promptly lost them. Today they were looking quite at home, little chicken brains had begun to tick over and it was clearly discovered that the green stuff is edible. Little trails had been made in the tall grass and the birds were happily roosting and munching at the same time. In about three months the young hens should be starting to earn their living…as for the young roosters, I think Adolf the resident Rhode Island Red rooster has little or no tolerance for potential testosterone charged competition and they will be “leaving home” before they start to feel their wattles combs or anything else.
Well, it’s time to move again, “ones” butt isn’t how it used to be and wriggling and jiggling no longer lowers the irritable discomfort in my nether regions, I just have to move. Take care, keep safe, M
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