Bears!

Okay, truthfully (and thankfully) we've had no bear sightings on the farm. But, here's a fun live-video feed of Brooks Falls in Alaska where the brown bears fish for salmon.


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Out in the Rain

A few weeks ago the horses were in their stalls eating their dinner of oats when it began to rain.

Charlie wasn't fazed by the rain, but Jubilee wouldn't tolerate the ping of the drops on the metal roof of the barn. She hightailed it out of her stall to the barnyard.

Farm rule: if you leave the barn during mealtime, you don't get to come back in.

 Charlie was content to wait out the storm in his stall. (Mostly he stayed inside because a certain human didn't want to go outside and take off his halter in the rain and mud puddles.)

The chickens wisely stayed inside with their dry coop.

Katydid

A couple of weeks ago a group of students from Japan visited the neighbor's farm where I work. The students had a lot of fun riding in the wagon pulled by the tractor, finding their way through the corn maze, shooting guns, and riding the four wheeler.

While we were waiting for the rest of the students to finish up their farm activities, this young lady was sitting quietly as a green katydid climbed up her arm. I was struck by her peacefulness and calmness, especially for a person who has spent most of her life living in the world's largest metropolitan area (of course, they may have lots of bush crickets in Tokyo, but I couldn't find that on Wikipedia).

A cell phone camera isn't ideal for evening photography, but I just love how serene this student and her new pal are.

 

Dusk

The Replacements

Looked what arrived in the mail:

Six adorable chicks! They shipped yesterday from Meyer Hatchery and arrived in town late this morning. The kind people at the post office called to let me know they had reached their destination. I took an early lunch break to pick them up, take them home, and get them settled into their new surroundings.

I ordered these six "replacements" after losing two chickens from the Original Six that were ordered in the spring. One of those chicks died when it was a couple of days old, and Blackie was a victim of a vermin attack last week. So why order six chicks to replace two? I had been debating about ordering a few more chickens for the last few weeks-- not only are chickens fun to watch, but maybe I can sell any extra eggs to earn some money to help cover the cost of the birds (although keeping chickens is pretty inexpensive once you have all the equipment and coop).

I was hoping to order another Australorp and Buff Orpington, but the hatchery didn't have any available to ship this week. So the Replacements consist of two Barred Rocks, two Light Brahmas, and two Golden Buffs.

The chicks are currently sharing the coop with the Original Six Four. The coop is divided in half with lattice (the original intention was to separate the meat chickens from the egg chickens, and one side is empty now that the meaties are in the deep freeze). Since the chicks are small enough to slip through the partition, they're in the old dog crate that was converted into a brooder. The Originals were very curious about their new flock mates, and Sassy even woke up from her nap to check out all the chirping.

Hopefully having them in the same area where they can see each other will make integrating the Replacements into the Originals a smooth process. That won't happen for several more weeks until the chicks get closer in size to the big girls.

I only had a few minutes to watch the new chicks after dunking their beaks in water and closing them up in their brooder. They all seemed active and a few made a beeline for the food. One even managed to hop out of the crate, but it didn't get too far before it was apprehended.

My vermin-trapping efforts have not been successful. Apparently vermin aren't attracted to pot roast or apply jelly. Tonight I'll bait the trap with some leftover cooked chicken.

Garden Update July 20, 2013

Garden updates have been few and far between this summer, but I finally got around to taking a few photos on Friday evening. 

Everything in the garden is growing (including the weeds), and the grass in encroaching as well. Next year I won't plant anything too close to the edge so I'm better able to keep the weeds/grass back.

The spaghetti squash is thriving!

A future squash on the vine.

The bush beans have blooms, and a there are a few tiny pods beginning to form (yes, the photo is upside down. I can't figure out how to rotate it on this iPad).

Cucumbers are starting to grow and pickles are in the near future.

Happy to see that there are peppers on the pepper plants this year!

And there are lots of tomatoes, although only two have started to turn red.

The cherry tomatoes are starting to show their true colors.

And then there's the squash. Lots and lots and lots of squash.

This is a zephyr squash-- it's cool that it's two colors

This is an eight ball squash that is in the shape of a sphere. We also have yellow squash and zucchini. 

A Chicken Lost

Yesterday morning I went outside to do the usual morning chores-- feed the cat, open the barn doors, and say hello to the chickens. I knew something wasn't right as I walked to the end of the barn that houses the chicken coop--no chatter was to be heard. When I got to the coop, one chicken (Dominque the Dominque) was laying in the floor (usually in the morning they're out and about in their pen). Usually they're all together, so seeing one by herself was cause for alarm. I rushed outside, and saw the limp, headless body of Blackie, the Black Australorp, in the run. No other chicken was to be seen. I rushed back inside to check on Dominique, and was relieved to find that Brownie (the Golden Buff) and Lacey (the Silverlaced Wyandotte) were alive and had been out of sight on the first check. 

Bloomer, my Blue Cochin, was nowhere to be found. The three survivors were traumatized by the event and spent the entire day inside.

Bloomer and Blackie must have not come back into the coop before the automatic door closed Friday evening. The past couple of weeks I had made a habit of checking on the birds each night to be sure they were safe inside their coop, so on Friday I assumed they would be fine. I was sad at the loss of two birds, but I felt really guilty that two animals had died under my care. My dad pointed out that these things happen on farms, and that all you can do is your best to protect your livestock and move on.

So, step one in moving on yesterday evening was setting a trap for the vermin that killed my birds. 

Second, I shut the coop door early to keep the three remaining pullets indoors. 

Third, I ordered replacement chickens that will arrive next week: two Light Brahmas, two more Golden Buffs, and two Barred Plymouth Rocks. 

After I set up the trap by the outdoor run, I put a cement block on top of it to weigh it down and to prevent the vermin (and horses) from being able to move it. 

Needing something relaxing to do after the drama earlier in the day, I headed down to the vegetable garden to do some weeding. On my way back up the hill into the barn, I heard "bawk baawk baaawk." At first I thought the noise was the chickens in the coop, but then I realized the sounds were coming from the tall grass. I started looking around, and look who popped out!

BLOOMER! She was such a welcome sight-- I thought she was a goner! I can't say that chickens are intelligent, but this girl is a survivor. She must have flew the coop when Blackie was attacked and had been hiding all day. Who knows, maybe she was just bawking to bawk as I passed, but something tells me she knew that I take care of her and would take her back to safety. 

Next came the dilemma of how to get her back to the coop. My chickens aren't handled very much as they're aren't picked up, petted, or cuddled on a regular basis. However, they are use to taking treats out of my hand. Bloomer wasn't too keen on following me, so I grabbed some cornflakes, lured her within reaching distance, and scooped her up. She fought back a little (just flapping her wings), but once I got her tucked under my arm she calmly enjoyed the lift back to her home. 

In other news, no raccoon/possum/murderous creature took the bait in the trap last night. Tonight I'll try a different kind of bait.