Today seems to be a day of firsts:
First olive egg:
First peahen egg:
The olive egg is from a young pullet, a pretty Blue Copper, whose parents are one of Ruth's daughters, a blue EE hen who lays a large blue/green egg and lives with the flock of Black Copper Marans and a Black Copper Marans roo.
The peahen egg I just found while closing everyone up this evening. Only the top part remains since I found it on the ground under the tree where all the peafowl roosts. They made one year old on July 4th - my how they have grown.
There's also a sad update and I didn't even get to post the happy part.
Sunday before last we bought two young "brush goats" - two "Billies", brothers who were only three months old. We named them Rocky and Ringo. They were as large as my grown Nigerians but still only babies - but wild. They man I got them from was just letting his herd run wild on his property and eating brush - the adult males weighed 180 pounds.
We put them in the barn in a secure stall (so we thought). I spent all week sitting in there with them trying to get them from being so scared, trying to get them to eat, laying, sitting, talking, singing to them. At the end of the week I had Rocky eating out of my hand but his brother was still so scared and would hide under Rocky. Ringo had just started eating brush I would take him on Friday. I was so thrilled.
Saturday morning they were GONE. No sign of them. Only way out was to scale the one wall that divided stalls - all other three walls were floor to ceiling. We've looked and looked and taken the dogs and told them to "find"; we've walked the woods; we've called and called - nothing. I know they don't stand a chance in the woods with all the wild animals we have and I feel so bad about losing them. I've never lost an animal in my life - and I mean lose as in suddenly just disappeared and can't be found.