After a long week away, a four hour drive home, & a power outage due to storms, I am finally able to put pen to paper…errr fingers to iPad screen.
When I left off we had gotten two new babies, Old English Bantam Roos. We started off the year with 18 chickens, after a few trials and tribulations we were down to 9.
It took awhile to get a handle on the predators, however after moving the dog run out by the chicken shed, & the guineas finding their voices, we seem to have the problem licked knock on wood. Any-who we thought for sure that we had three Roos out of the surviving chickens, until they all started laying eggs.
After all the losses this year, my husband stated that we wouldn’t be buying anymore animals until we owned our own house and could get a proper guardian livestock dog to live out with the chickens (to be honest, Moose may be mountain cur, but he is also part lab, boarder collie, & plott hound. It’s in his blood to hunt birds, he is just very well behaved).
My dreams of hatching out baby chicks next year started to fade away, when all the chickens started to lay eggs. I was beyond thrilled when my friend Jen asked if we wanted a couple of Old
English Bantum cockerels, they are so calm and gentle and the kids can hold them. Maybe we’ll have babies next year after all!
Thanksgiving has been extra cuddly as of late
I tried to capture then ducklings first outing on video, however Robin caused a few issues and well, after three 5 minute videos of nothing happening but two grown ducks hissing at each other, I gave up. An hour later however, this happened
Now on to non cute fuzzy animals:
While visiting family up north, I spun up some beautiful mohair
and sadly realized the handy andy my husband attempted to make for me out of PVC only was helpful inducing headaches. I wanted to show my grandmother how to ply wool on the wheel and was about to give up when my niece showed up, she was only to happy to help…I think anyway
She endured a half hour of her hands being wrapped, and comments from my nephew (her cousin), but she was a good sport about it, even when my grandfather walked into the house with a tool that will make my life a lot easier.
After the mohair was plyed, I wrapped it on the knitty knotty my husband made and counted 54 yards
The sun is starting to come out so I will leave you with one more picture
Have a great day folks!