Farmer Food Lady has not been taking many photos lately. Mainly because I have nothing to take photos of … the grass etc on the property has grown so tall I can’t even see the darn dogs!
Our pathways around the farm are overgrowing themselves.
But you can see where the coyotes are traveling, because they leave Woo-size holes in the undergrowth. They don’t help me get through though.
So rather than taking photos, I’ve been keeping busy puttering around making things. Like the new chicken enclosure, which TWoo assures me he is NOT trying to get into.
I worked really hard on this enclosure – I even built the gate myself! My landlord helped me by using his post pounder to get all the fence posts firmly in the ground. But I put up all that fence on my lonesome … it was hard work, because giant roles of fence are incredibly uncooperative, and have loads of sharp sticky out bits.
I still have tons of fence left to do at least one of the yards though, so don’t forget about my upcoming fence building party!
I think the chickens like their new pen, which is about 50 feet long and 30 feet deep. It’s difficult to tell if chickens are happy though, because they always look pissed off anyway.
It’s been good for my poor Ameraucana pullets too, because before I built the new large enclosure, they wouldn’t come out of the henhouse. The other chickens are very very mean to them, and every time they ventured out they ran a gauntlet of Mean Hen Pecking and would race around the perimeter once and then hide inside again. Even the polish hen was mean to them; you’d think she’d remember the bad time she had integrating with my other hens, and cut them some slack! Anyway, now they venture out from time to time, which is nice to see.
They now spend a lot of time hiding UNDER the hen house, even though in the new enclosure they have lots of room to escape the other hens. But I guess it will just take time for them to be comfortable. Now that I can see them periodically though, I notice that one of them has gimpy feet – her toes are all pointed every which way other than straight. She gets around just fine though. I can’t wait until they start laying purdy blue eggs!
Now that I’m over admiring my own handiwork, I am tired of looking at the pen which sits pretty much right in my eyeline from the living room sliding door. I was thinking of planting large shrubbery around the outside perimeter, so the chickens would be semi-hidden behind a garden of sorts. Alas, when I went to the garden store today I realized that option was so out of my price range. Short of digging up big plants from public parks in the middle of the night, which would be WRONG (yes TWooie, I know it’s wrong, I just said it was wrong!)
I’m ashamed of you
I’m not sure what else to try. I did pick up a couple of packets of wild flower seeds at the garden store today, and the clerk assured me it’s not too late to plant them. Do I need to till up the grass to throw that seed down or can I just hurl handfuls of it at the ground?
If you let me come in there with you and the chickens, I’ll tell you the answer!
The dogs have managed to keep themselves busy whilst I putter. Yesterday TWooie chased two different dogs up on the road, so I tied him to a post for the afternoon and he’s been pretty good ever since, because he HATES being tied to a post. Heh.
Piper passed on the secrets of Mad Teeth™ to her brother Dexter
which he seems to have gotten the hang of. Tweed thinks it’s hilarious.
Having instructed her protege in the ways of Mad Teeth™ this has left her free to aerate the woodchip pile.
Dexter has practiced some agility
and TWoo has obsessively patrolled the perimeter of the chicken pen.
Along with a little bit of bunny hunting with his brother.
As for Tweed … well.
He’s Tweed. At least he’s happy!