Well, it’s been a busy four days (has it been four days?) since the last time I wrote. I spent a bit of time just sitting out there with everyone, and here’s what I witnessed:
Honor feeling all proud of himself (he’s a big rooster now, you know) and wanting to come out of the Muddy Run. Well, Vivienne wants to go in. Honor tells Viv to move, does a little leg kick and puts his hackles up. Viv isn’t having it. She puts her hackles up. Then suddenly and swiftly pecks him a good one on the head and walks calmly into the building while Honor runs off to complain to mum.
I cleaned out the duck pond, out jumped a frog. Knowing that the poultry yard is a dangerous place for a frog, I tried to capture him. Unfortunately Hilda saw him too. There was a wicked gleam in her little eye, and she streaked toward the unlucky frog. At the door she gulped him down with no remorse, and I sadly returned to my work. I was not very friendly toward Hilda for the rest of the day.
Stanislaw met his progeny for the first time since they were bitty chicks. Honor got on a stump and crowed. Stan looked around in amazement, then went back to tidbitting his girls.
Honor was rather full of himself, even after his confrontation with Viv, and he tried to stand up to various hens. Finally, I locked him up with the Chickies, hoping they’d teach him some manners, but they beat him up. They would have killed him. I rescued him. His attitude has been much better since.
Stan called Lil and Lu to bed one night. It was really sweet and very helpful, because those two are literally birdbrains!
Faith and someone else are laying!
Friday night I forgot to lock the door to the Sentinel coop. When I came out the next morning the door was half open but Stan and Lil ‘n’ Lu were still alive.
Incidentally, we have a resident coyote and fox. I have seen both twice within the last few days.
After more than a month of drought, we finally got some rain!!! I think it’s the effects of Tropical Storm Debby, but at any rate, we are glad to have it.
One of our two cars broke down on the way home from church; we had to leave it sitting in someone’s apple orchard because no tow trucks work on Sunday.
I finally took Eva to the vet. She’d been sitting there with her jaw chattering and this miserable look in her eyes. The vet says the jaw-chattering are petite mal seizures. That means Eva’s been having as many as ten seizures a day. The day after she went to the vet, she had four within a two hour period and one slightly more severe one. Now she’s on anti-seizure medication - dosage is one every eight hours for the rest of her life! Her first dose was at 11 am yesterday morning; she has not had any seizures since.
That's it for now. I haven't had time to take many pictures. I decided to redo my room and now it's a
mess.
Hilda the frog eater
The Stinkers all feathered in
Eggs ready for sale
Eva having a good time at Home Depot
A sunflower
Annabee
Eva in the midst of a seizure - can you see how her eyes are dull?
Our backwoods on a early morning with fog and cobwebs
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