The last few days the eagles finally found our un-netted hens out back in winter cow pen. We had 10 layers back their doing a great job of cleaning the pen. I looks like someone has raked it all clean and tidy. The eagles and ravens arrived in the same week, first no eggs, than dead hens. They don't take them, they just eat the middle out and leave them for me to burry. When my sister was here about a month ago she suggested I forgo this whole farming thing and bring in about 50 chickens to start an eco tourist business " 100% guaranteed eagle & raven sightings". I have to say I was impressed by the size of one eagle, he's taller than Lyra by a good 6". It's really entertaining to watch her tribal way of scaring the eagles away, it works. She gets a good strong stance and just yells a low roar that get's higher pitched in the end. Yesterday morning before Noah left for work said he's just spent an last half hour trying to catch the chickens and could I please move them into the house. Watching Noah catch chickens is like watching a fox in the hen house (something I have only seen in cartoons) but it's about the same. My way in a lot less work intensive. A small bowl of scratch and a here, chick, chick in the house they go. For some reason this doesn't work for Noah.
This post was going to post about our beef cows, but due to the rainy evening hour I'm guessing they where out chewing their cud under one of the big spruce trees way out back. Here are some photos of their idyllic home.
right before it started to rain
Yesterday was full of the usual plant, rake, come in from the rain, clean animal pens, come in from the rain, transplant, stay out in the rain. I went and treated my moms ten year old gelded rams eye again, he is having a hard time with an eye infection. Sheep really are delicate and after a winter of dealing with hoof rot, I understand why they are from the dessert.
Lyra makes "mucka" in the rain with no shirt, as Noah preps the green house
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