Greg and I waved goodbye to the team yesterday morning….and no one seemed over concerned that we were leaving 40 acres and 32 critters and 200 chickens in their tender care. We had a little trip to the heart doctor and are happy to report that my heart, apparently, like me, has a problem behaving normally….I do everything at fast speed and occasionally my heart decides to go into overdrive too. But I’m fine and despite apparently being Gimpier than Gimpy our ewe or Bozo our gimpy chicken, I have a positive attitude….and WONT go to another doctor for another 50 years!! ( yeah right!!!)
While we were on play day away from the ranch, Lesley and Derek changed their poo hats and put on their arborist heads, tuned up the chainsaws and trimmed a tree. It was a great day for Danielle and Alissia the doelings, not only had uncle Derek (and the inevitable carrots) to play with them but Auntie Lesley came too AND there was the added bonus of yummy juicy branches to munch in between carrots! It was all just too much fun for two goats and their new friends!
Holly, Quatre and Mica got to work on the chicken roundup. A number of the Sumo chickens were transferred from their former residence into the chicken tractor. True to form, in our absence, Mica assumed manager/ trainer/ quality assurance role and her trainees were in no uncertain terms put straight on the correct way to sort/catch/ hold a sumo chicken. It must be great to be 11 again!!! By all accounts, The sumos, not too interested in exerting too much energy into anything but eating and not recognized for their intelligence level didn’t put up much of a squalk or fight and apparently gave themselves up willingly to their captors, convinced that there was sure to be a full feeder at the end of the trip. Young Holly, in my absence assumed my earlier role in the chicken tractor….well done Holly, horrible job but someone has to do it…and it’s usually me!!
Quatre went to war with one of the irrigation sprinkler heads….for quite some time, the sprinkler head was winning but Quatre, being Quatra isn’t one to give in…especially to a hosepipe with issues ! There was Quatra out in the orchard, with her screwdriver and a determined expression ducking the sprinkler as it attempted to drown her. Eventually, the sprinkler gave up and Quatra technically explaining that the cause of the problem was “a lot of goop” returned, screwdriver returned to her pocket and the sprinkler obligingly sprinkling..at least for now. Success!!
Time to go again, the troops are on the move, got to go.Take care, keep safe M