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Cardinals are very fond of safflower seeds as well. Wait until they show up.I put out some safflower seeds for my chickens this morning. But it seems my whole yard is full of doves now!
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Cardinals are very fond of safflower seeds as well. Wait until they show up.I put out some safflower seeds for my chickens this morning. But it seems my whole yard is full of doves now!
I think it is best to leave the poor guy be. Let him live his life.Couldnāt you just shoot it like a deer? 9 days left in deer season here. I wonder if thereās an Emu season? Sorry, but those things can be dangerous! Oh, hold on... I forgot, Australians have a somewhat skewed idea when it comes to ādangerous wild animalsā we have had that conversation a few times already, havenāt we? Someone here was raising Emus for meat, but it was way too difficult, and turned out her Husband is allergic to their meat as well! Apparently asking about wrangling them and slaughtering them is just not to be done... too much trauma.
Someday Gus will get your revenge for you. It will be served cold. [Cue evil laugh]Shad... You just canāt fix stupid. Was your stock net bright orange like my snow fencing?
Iāve got a similar contribution; after the attempted roosting by our bull (who is a gentle mild mannered sweetie, which I have only seen make any pretense at aggression when he hears animals in distress or comes upon the remains of a missing herd-mate) we moved the cattle in preparation for weaning and to get them out of (essentially) my front yard. Well DH and I were not invited to help separate the calves. Aunt in Law took the oh so helpful cousin. Supposedly Gus charged her in the field on sight. She stopped him by coming at his fave with a big stick. It was an āunprovoked attackā They are now worried because the adult cows are in BILās area and āI mean, like... what if he goes after BIL and kicks him?ā apparently āwho cares? point and laughā was not an appropriate response to this question. But it did get me a glance. The In-laws were playing the āI donāt see you, I canāt hear You, nah nahā game until I said that. Bear in mind these are the same dangerous beasts that I have been in shoulder to shoulder with for a week. Nosing my window and mooing for hay. That I have been walking through with square bales from the barn to a clear place to feed while Gus is excitedly trying to nibble the bale Iām carrying. Apparently my āsafetyā was never of any concern though.
I would also point out the Black Cowboy Hat example Temple Grandin frequently uses about negative associations animals make and behavior, and maybe add in that these are the same people who prefer to herd by driving, hitting with sticks, spooking, and setting the dogs to harass (they arenāt trained to cattle, barely to sheep, and have nipping tendencies). Cows are far more intelligent than people credit. I think Gus has decided certain individuals are a threat. SMH
No, Rosetta StoneAre you using the Duolingo app? Itās really good!
I'm so glad the truck is working again. Woohoo!And Iāve mostly caught up... I believe I missed a few pages maybe on Saturday and early Sunday... but wow, over 40 pages behind... I havenāt been that far back since I got back online regularly again. Iāve been gone since Saturday because it was a very rough day here. Things didnāt go well in communicating with the in-laws, and I was honestly ready to pack it all in and leave between 3-6am on Sunday morning. After the stressful day, I found out through Facebook that a dear friend from work I had fallen out of touch with died. I did not take that well. I am fairly certain that Covid was partially to blame (social restrictions, and the psychological affects of this virus are hitting hard on many of my old friends). Although it wasnāt announced, everyone Iāve spoken with who also knew him, agrees it was most likely a Drug OverDose, probably not a suicide. Sunday was a write off. I didnāt even do the chickens... DH took care of it all for me. Monday was better, and we got some work done around the trailer. yesterday was jam packed with Chores and DHās birthday dinner (47, a roasted chicken, donāt tell the girls) exchanging vehicles at the Garage, and getting the Sawmill ready to transport for repairs.
Chicken Tax photos will come eventually, they currently are all hiding from the windstorm, I just heard some more trees or large limbs come down, and I need to head out to fix my tarps again (3x today so far)... but here is how not to fix a portable sawmill (anyone remember the haystring tractor repair I shared a couple Two hay seasons ago?)View attachment 2434379
And my truck... now with brakes, but still some more brake repairs to go (one more rotor and caliper, and all the brake lines to go). Hey, she is stopping, itās a win! And a flashy, new to me, only slightly cracked, high end fiberglass canopy... for dry feed transportation, a sure way to prevent precipitation for the near future!View attachment 2434380
Maybe separate her in a dog crate for a few days, and then re-introduce her back into the flock?I have to do something about Beethoven-Hen. Sheās still picking on the others. And itās worse, when I attempt to pet any of the other hens. (She doesnāt care about the roosters) āNo peace in our timeā
Good idea but I already tried that. She just asserts herself back to her alpha statusMaybe separate her in a dog crate for a few days, and then re-introduce her back into the flock?
Kris, I am so sorry for the loss of your friend. I can't imagine how painful it must be to find out that way as well.And Iāve mostly caught up... I believe I missed a few pages maybe on Saturday and early Sunday... but wow, over 40 pages behind... I havenāt been that far back since I got back online regularly again. Iāve been gone since Saturday because it was a very rough day here. Things didnāt go well in communicating with the in-laws, and I was honestly ready to pack it all in and leave between 3-6am on Sunday morning. After the stressful day, I found out through Facebook that a dear friend from work I had fallen out of touch with died. I did not take that well. I am fairly certain that Covid was partially to blame (social restrictions, and the psychological affects of this virus are hitting hard on many of my old friends). Although it wasnāt announced, everyone Iāve spoken with who also knew him, agrees it was most likely a Drug OverDose, probably not a suicide. Sunday was a write off. I didnāt even do the chickens... DH took care of it all for me. Monday was better, and we got some work done around the trailer. yesterday was jam packed with Chores and DHās birthday dinner (47, a roasted chicken, donāt tell the girls) exchanging vehicles at the Garage, and getting the Sawmill ready to transport for repairs.
Chicken Tax photos will come eventually, they currently are all hiding from the windstorm, I just heard some more trees or large limbs come down, and I need to head out to fix my tarps again (3x today so far)... but here is how not to fix a portable sawmill (anyone remember the haystring tractor repair I shared a couple Two hay seasons ago?)View attachment 2434379
And my truck... now with brakes, but still some more brake repairs to go (one more rotor and caliper, and all the brake lines to go). Hey, she is stopping, itās a win! And a flashy, new to me, only slightly cracked, high end fiberglass canopy... for dry feed transportation, a sure way to prevent precipitation for the near future!View attachment 2434380