Happy Harvest Blog
Real snow, and one lucky keet
Real snow, and one lucky keet:After a long patient wait, finally all the birds were back enclosed. Until an hour later, just before dark, when I went in the yard to close the greenhouse door, disturbed them, and three guineas escaped again! And the keet. Good grief.This time I propped the fence open, waited until I saw the keet make its run out of the brush pile to reunite with the others, and they were all milling around by the open gate. I left them to it, confident they were fine.After dark I closed all the coops, and all the guineas were back in the greenhouse. No keet. You're kidding me. I rarely do see the keet at night, it tucks itself away somewhere, so I told myself it may be in there but it's hiding. Worst case scenario it didn't find its way back in, it's in the brush pile, but it will most likely be able to survive the night, since it's got a full suit of feathers now.
Fowl life in the Greenhouse
Fowl life in the GreenhouseThe Chanticleer teenagers are now very large, still growing every day, and coming into their gender. White one on the left is the fastest developing roo, and he is refining his crow. So far he sounds like Frankenstein laughing with marbles in his mouth.
Goats in Christmas trees
Goats in Christmas trees. HW set up our tree, and I decorated.To recap, last year, I lamented the lack of an angel to top the tree, and he said "We don't need an angel...(pause)... We ought to have a goat. Because that's where a goat would be!"Yes, yes it would. (If you are not in the know about Goats in Trees, a magical world awaits you).So last year I set about acquiring some ornament sized goats. It wasn't as hard as you might think (Etsy is excellent). I got eight handmade wire and wool goats, from two different craftswomen.
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