It was a good feeling to put a pair of jeans on this morning, wearing the baggy pants has got REALLY old ! So there’s good news and of course…there is bad news. The good news is, the infection that so inconveniently slowed down my already seemingly painfully slow recovery is almost gone. Apparently it was a resistant non resistant staff infection that resistantly ignored the barrage of antibiotics thrown at it. The bad news is that, to get better I now have to have a cortisone shot….but it seems that the cortisone shot wont be possible till my back (fusion and graft) have healed….DOH !!!
Ginger has apparently won the battle of the boards…and our generally placid inoffensive WOOFER intern resorted to a little “lesser than proper” language, clearly the boards knew they were beat and Ginger was triumphant when the destruction of the stall was complete.
Two of the young chickens found an exit point in the eagle proof netting above the chicken house. It is apparently a deterrent to eagles looking for a chicken- take- away but for these two chickens it would appear that the grass is clearly greener on the other side of the chicken house wire and escape was worth the risk. Bran, ever vigilant and happy for the chance to chase spotted the escapees, fortunately Quatre spotted Bran spotting the escapees and Greg spotted Quatre dog and chickens….The chickens were spooked into flying up over the chicken house and came to rest on the net. Not a smart place to land, Mrs Chicken and her pal got entangled and closely watched by Bran the border collie and Quatre the intended rescuer, Greg walked the traumatised birds back into reach. The chickens, as repeat offenders were returned to the chicken house with flight wings clipped. Mr Racoon or Mr Cayote would be more than happy to make their aqaintance, for two chickens it was a lucky capture.
Whilst Tiger the ginger cat is always happy to visit and any vantage point is acceptable ..even when the tractor bucket is moving, “Lucky” the feral black cat (previously, and with good reason, called Satan) usually restricts his visits to short ones and they are invariably connected to feeding time. Lucky the black cat doesn’t look for but grudgingly accepts human contact…or hasn’t until yesterday when Mr Lucky turned on his purring motor to fraternise with Quatre. It seems even “Satan” can be won over !
Molly Moo and Daisy Mae look like they have managed to remain “open” or unpregnated despite the best intentions of Wayne the artificial insemination man. To discover if the calf fairy has forgotten our bovine ladies a blood test had to be taken. Molly Moo, relieved to have been milked did not know that Greg was looming with the needle…Daisy Mae, always waiting eagerly for a neck or back scratch was not going to wait around to find out if the needle was good or bad news and a three times around the pen chase ensued. Hopefully but not likely, two happily pregnant cows will be the result of the blood tests…if not we anticipate another visit from Wayne and late calves will be born.
Well, it’s time I changed position and remembered the back police orders. Rest !! Take care, keep safe, M
Ginger has apparently won the battle of the boards…and our generally placid inoffensive WOOFER intern resorted to a little “lesser than proper” language, clearly the boards knew they were beat and Ginger was triumphant when the destruction of the stall was complete.
Two of the young chickens found an exit point in the eagle proof netting above the chicken house. It is apparently a deterrent to eagles looking for a chicken- take- away but for these two chickens it would appear that the grass is clearly greener on the other side of the chicken house wire and escape was worth the risk. Bran, ever vigilant and happy for the chance to chase spotted the escapees, fortunately Quatre spotted Bran spotting the escapees and Greg spotted Quatre dog and chickens….The chickens were spooked into flying up over the chicken house and came to rest on the net. Not a smart place to land, Mrs Chicken and her pal got entangled and closely watched by Bran the border collie and Quatre the intended rescuer, Greg walked the traumatised birds back into reach. The chickens, as repeat offenders were returned to the chicken house with flight wings clipped. Mr Racoon or Mr Cayote would be more than happy to make their aqaintance, for two chickens it was a lucky capture.
Whilst Tiger the ginger cat is always happy to visit and any vantage point is acceptable ..even when the tractor bucket is moving, “Lucky” the feral black cat (previously, and with good reason, called Satan) usually restricts his visits to short ones and they are invariably connected to feeding time. Lucky the black cat doesn’t look for but grudgingly accepts human contact…or hasn’t until yesterday when Mr Lucky turned on his purring motor to fraternise with Quatre. It seems even “Satan” can be won over !
Molly Moo and Daisy Mae look like they have managed to remain “open” or unpregnated despite the best intentions of Wayne the artificial insemination man. To discover if the calf fairy has forgotten our bovine ladies a blood test had to be taken. Molly Moo, relieved to have been milked did not know that Greg was looming with the needle…Daisy Mae, always waiting eagerly for a neck or back scratch was not going to wait around to find out if the needle was good or bad news and a three times around the pen chase ensued. Hopefully but not likely, two happily pregnant cows will be the result of the blood tests…if not we anticipate another visit from Wayne and late calves will be born.
Well, it’s time I changed position and remembered the back police orders. Rest !! Take care, keep safe, M
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