Bhu's stepfather, Tom, is a hunter and her mother, Elizabeth, frequently sees Painted Buntings and Blue Grosbeaks (among other rare birds) in her backyard. So Gillen was thrilled to go. He had sprained (we think) his big toe yesterday, so he couldn't do much Monday farming anyway.
So, it was up to Jesse and I to help out the farmer.
We arrived at about 4:30 p.m. The first order of business - Jesse decided to move some rocks.
I needed to take pictures of Helen's newly blooming flowers:
And of the beautiful greens:
Realizing how tired I was at this point, I mosied into Helen's house for some water. Jesse showed up five minutes later, also in great need of a break. But then we got (a bit)busy - transplanting, egg collecting and watering.
Nicolas decided to try putting the turkey eggs (that are being ignored by mama Cody) under a brooding hen. Jesse doodled on them so that we would recognize them as being from the turkeys.
He tried to place them under a sitting hen but we very quickly called for help from Nicolas, who had way too much fun rebuking the hen's pecks as he succeeded in placing the eggs.
The final farm chore - dancing a few stray hens back into their quarters. MardiGras beads flying, Jesse easily scared the girls back through the open gate.
3 comments:
Thanks for the photos! I look forward to them every Monday.
Did the 'broody' hen accept the eggs?? We can't seem to get any of our hens to GET broody - none of them give one rip about trying to hatch eggs - not that it would matter since we don't have any roosters, but still!
This is OT, but anyway, I tagged you for a "Six Word" meme. See the details at my blog if you want to play along. ;)
Angie, I think she did but haven't heard today, so it may have changed. I don't know what makes them choose to sit. I know it depends on the season (of the year and of the hen).
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