Stella's Social Club

[Hangtown Farms]

Great, funny story Linda.

Looks like some of you had plenty of rain for a little while.

We had our first kids of 2014 last night. Three bucklings and one doeling. Not a great picture, but I like how pleased the mom looks.

now thats cute

 

[lawatt]

now thats cute

x2 -- so sweet!

 

[Eva2012]

ADHD is so tough my son has it. They say it runs on the family and I'm fairly certain I was the one with it when I was a kid lol

DHA - omega 3, 9,12 will help

 

[Eva2012]

I haven't been "around" much of late because I tend to get stuck on BYC and not get anything done. Now that I spend quite a few evenings a week socializing at my favorite watering hole (two beers and endless diet Cokes can take hours to consume), I can't "afford" to open up the iPad before I head to The Ranch to care for and commune with the smaller flock housed there. The Pub is between the Homestead and The Ranch.... Anyway. I am cocooning at home today, due to the second day of heavy rains. Plus the Olympic Games are broadcast in the afternoon, too. (Bobsledding will be more special to watch, as tnspursfan has a cousin competing in that sport; that's enough for me to consider it "somebody I know" and worth cheering specifically.) Got a story to tell. It's one of those "Only Linda...." tales. My little house is built on a slope, so the back wall of the house is shorter on the outside ... if that makes sense. Geese can actually peek through the bedroom window right behind my bed and above the headboard, it is that low. Every single morning they traverse the narrow bit of land between the house and the back fence to let me know I should open the coop so they can enter to eat, as I only feed the poultry in the coop. Well, except for everybody's daily Treat Session. My two small dogs sleep with me. Zorro the Aged House Hitler sleeps through everything but the scent of food. Dooley barks from under the blankets when the four geese gabble at - or tap on - the bedroom window. I can prevent this unpleasant, bark awakening by getting up at dawn to open the coop, but usually go back to bed for another 90 minutes or so. Sometimes longer.... Last week, after the first day of light rain, I exited the house through the kitchen side of the house, because there is a patio there, with low steps to the gravel driveway, then walked from the far side of the house to the coop. Normally, I exit through the second bedroom onto the deck, into the garden, go through the gate, then down a sloped bit of ground to the coop. Folks with free range poultry know about denuded ground.... In rainy weather, that is dangerously slick territory (and it's not just MUD, if you know what I mean). As I intend to get back into bed, I open the coop wearing my nightshirt, not always covered with a robe. Open coop, get back into bed. Do not wish to strip off mucky nightshirt and shower between those two "activities." I re-entered the house through the front door, not walking all the way around the front of the house back to the far side door. Shorter distance (lazy) with the warm bed calling silently to me. Some time later, Dooley comes up from underneath the blankets, barking furiously at the sound of gabbling geese. As I always do, I tell him "Dooley, shut UP, they're OUTSIDE," I was wrong. Four huge Toulouse geese were shouldering each other IN THE BEDROOM DOORWAY, obviously on a tour through the Food Lady's Coop. They hadn't been able to determine who should enter first, so they were jockeying for position. Apparently I had not pulled the French door tightly enough to latch it when I went out that way. Didn't come back in the same door, so didn't catch it then. Caleb, Zoe, Dora and Ariel didn't want to go back out the same way they had entered, so I herded the indignant foursome around the coffee table in the living room, out through the second bedroom, onto the deck, into the fenced garden and out into the yard. Getting them out of the garden took a bit of time and effort. I apologized to Dooley afterward. And to Sparkle the House Silkie and her two chicks, who were all twitter-pated at having their domain invaded. Surprisingly, the only goose-generated mess was what they did to the kibble in the dog food dishes.

Your story made my day, thank you for sharing

 

[The Sheriff]

If I woke up with geese in the house I would have to change the sheets.

 

[ChickensAreSweet]

Cool visual Mary!

Wow I am glad you all are getting the rain you have been hoping for!! Once it soaks into the ground it will be peachy!!! Wonderful that the pond has filled back up!

If I woke up with geese in the house I would have to change the sheets.

I was just waiting for the account of the mess and holding my breath Linda! That is so nice they didn't do anything really messy!


Thanks for the snow compliments everyone!


Such cute babies mlmddh!

Mary- the pic of the scones looks scrumptious!

 

[ChickensAreSweet]

Quote: Also I heard that red 40 (food color) is bad and can lead to hyperactivity in children...don't know if it is true or not though. Hope this helps.

 

[Eva2012]

Also I heard that red 40 (food color) is bad and can lead to hyperactivity in children...don't know if it is true or not though. Hope this helps.

Can cause seizures in dogs

 

[The Sheriff]

Elvis crows.

 

[speckledhen]

Nice to read another Linda story!

I like Elvis, Mary. I think he's gorgeous, personally.



It's starting, our winter storm of this week. This has been the winter that never ends. Tom's father is in the hospital, just found out he has lung cancer, probably stage 4, should know that when they FIND the test results (sheesh, hospitals) and he can't go because driving is about to become treacherous. It's an hour and a half away, probably more like two to the hospital, I guess, from where we are.

Watson Mountain is getting snow now and it's filtering down to us.

This is the usual Watson Mtn view:


And what it looks like now with snow coming down, what I can see of it, anyway:


The other surrounding mtns, with snow already happening up there. The top of Watson is about 500 ft higher than we are.