Happy Harvest Blog
There may be no keets this year
Ugh, it’s always awful logging in and seeing how long it’s been since I last posted. Almost a whole month!!! I will try harder! It’s been an action-packed month though. Major personal changes, and a whole lot of dental work. The toothache I’ve been “toughing out” (not a recommended course of action) for months, outlasting the waiting period for my dental coverage, needed a root canal so that finally happened this week, sweet relief!! but there’s more to do.
The return of winter
Winter was back for a few days. The wild birds descended in clouds for something to eat, including a few new birds. There was a purple finch. This is sad because it's the first purple finch sighting of the year, when normally there would be many of them all winter. Here's a sad robin. I don't eat seeds. Now that the rain has come and washed away the snow, she's eating well, if she survived her three day fast. There was a red-breasted nuthatch, tiny and adorable in a little badger mask.
When all the snow melts and you're the wrong colour
I feel conspicuous. Low profile, low profileI'll just make a run for it. The weasel has on his snow-white suit and is caught out in the melt. The house chicken was the first to spot him through the window. Laser-focused. High alert! He's very prominent, dashing around, but is as perky and bouncy as ever. It's hard to keep a weasel down. He was bounding between piles of sticks, under the house, into the woodshed. Weasels are super cute until they have the blood of your chickens dripping from their fangs.
Guy Hawks Day
My most excellent fine rooster was killed this morning, presumably by a hawk.I presume a hawk because I witnessed, in the woods just a few meters from our door, a big hawk attempt to grab a chicken. The undergrowth was dense, the hawk fumbled her and the chicken got away. The chicken sprinted into the woods screaming and the hawk flew up into a low branch where it stared coolly at me until I started shouting at it.
Tragedy/Hope
Same day, the red hen went broody, and I broke her up by accident! I thought she might be hurt, crouched unusually on the floor of the coop, and I stroked her. She jumped up with a peep revealing three hot eggs she’d been on, and when I checked later she was on the roost, not on her eggs.
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I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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