Chicken Secrets

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The girls can often be found out on the yard, head to head, telling secrets.  Perhaps they were discussing where to find the best morsels and treats to peck, or more likely, Henrietta was whispering the latest gossip into Little Red’s ear?

Henrietta:  “Hey Lil’ Red have you heard that latest about Bertha over there?  Don’t look, keep pecking, or she’ll know we’re talking about her again!”

Lil’ Red:  “Do tell!  I haven’t had a good cackle in a while!”

Well, I never caught the whole conversation, but it sounded like something about “wrinkled eggs.”  Aww, poor Bertha.

By the way,  for those wondering about the old crocks in the background, well, they’re Goose toys.  Rain or shine, in or out of the pool, they are good goose and gander fun…  and best of all?   They’re indestructible and thus provide hours of *dibbling  fun and enjoyment!

*Dibbling = chewing

 

It’s the little things in life

Today I had a friend over, a new friend actually!  She is one of my egg customers.  Usually, I bring her eggs to her where she works, but this week she asked if she couldn’t come get them from me here and “…save me the trouble.”

My first reaction was to say no.  This is principally because I’m just not a good housekeeper.  Now my friend Jayme is an absolutely immaculate housekeeper.  She stresses about it and admits it freely!  Me?  Not so much.  It is not for lack of wanting a clean house, but it just seems that no matter how I try I just never get it all done.  That is of course unless company is coming!  Then I race about cleaning everything till it sparkles and make sure all is tidy and put away.  My guests arrive and always say how lovely everything is and I smile, and I’m stressed, wondering what horrid thing I may have forgotten to take care of…  I think I would actually die of mortification should someone find out what a slob I can really be.  Generally speaking I do not have a good time when friends come over because I stress too much.

Well, that was then, and this is now.  Now I live in the sticks, more or less, and I have this constant dust that seems to creep into every nook and cranny no matter how hard I try to keep it out.  My poor couch after traveling nearly three thousand miles cross-country has a rather large smudge on one arm that would not come out, not completely anyway.   Adding insult to injury it has been rather over loved by my then kitten Clause, who bared the corners by using it as a scratching post when no one was looking…  I cannot afford a new couch at the moment, so I am currently looking for something to cover it with, to make do, until it can be replaced.

And so it was that today I dusted and vacuumed the living room, made sure the guest bath (which is vintage early 60’s in decor and looks it) was clean and sanitized for visitors.   The rust stains in the sink remain, the two tiles I replaced with the mysterious, ever dirty looking caulking were cleaned and will return over the next few days to their ugly and dirty looking  patina, but hey, I made the effort!

And then Marie arrived bearing unexpected gifts!

She brought lovely flowers and a pumpkin spice loaf, and I was surprised that she would go to the trouble to do this,  for me.   We talked quite awhile over coffee about everything, and then we went out so she could meet the menagerie of the Farmlet.  I introduced her to my geese, pointed out my hennies in the field and then showed her the inner world of my beehive (via the safety of the window on the side, because she’s afraid of bees!) and then we went to see the little broody hen and looked into her nest …

And there was a broken egg, and just for a moment I was upset, but then I realized we’d arrived at a birth!  The egg was hatching!  That was a special gift for me and her.  I can’t tell you who was the more excited to see such a thing.  Peeking through the little hole we could see the baby chick moving and struggling to free itself, to be out and into the world at large.

Later, after Marie left, I went out with my camera to take pictures and found my new baby had made its arrival.  It was still wet under Momma Hen!

Isn’t it darling?

So, over the next few days I’ll watch and wait to see how many more will hatch!

Now just a moment ago I read a comment from Cindy, a long distance friend who commented on my blog today.  She shared:

“I think you live in a dreamworld.  Thank you for sharing it.”

And I tell you all that I share the little things in my life with you because I must.  Somehow, I feel that not sharing would make my life  a parallel to this age old philosophical question:

If a tree falls in the forest, and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?”

Thus similarly…

If all the wonder and beauty that surrounds me is kept to myself and never shared… does it exist?

It’s the little things in the life I lead, the lessons learned, these daily gifts from God that are affirmations of his love for me, and I must share.  And along the way I learn to accept me, to make peace with dust and holey couch corners, and through the process of acceptance of my foibles…

I make new friends.

…and I survived it all too.

This has been a wonderful and terrifying week here on the Farmlet.  As you may know, we fixed our well two weeks back, and now this week brings the rain.  Isn’t it ironical that when you get it in your mind to finally do something about a situation, that the situation is suddenly resolved of its own accord?  Such was the case with the water shortage we have been experiencing this summer.

So, on Monday we had rain.

And in only 15 minutes we had three inches out our back door!

The  front of our little Farmlet didn’t look much better.  As you can see we had the beginnings of a stream going down the street.  Ha ha ha… much to our chagrin, you will also notice that now that we have the new garage/barn, we leave the truck parked in the driveway anyway.  (Except when we know it is going to hail since we get golf ball sized hail around here!)


Although Cheeky, Polly, Spot and Molly didn’t seem to mind it at all!  They had a blast bathing and dibbling in standing water that rose to their knees!

Which reminds me… Molly has discovered this week that if she runs fast enough, and flaps her wings hard enough,  that she can make it over the fence and into the neighbor’s yard.  I cannot even begin to describe the look of surprise, nay, SHOCK on the face of my neighbor when he saw her invading is yard.  He just stood there, rooted to the spot and unable to move… I guess he has a real phobia when it comes to geese.  Who knew?

And that brings me to Tuesday morning when it began to rain buckets again!  I looked out to see that there was a moat of debris built up, and it was holding the water causing it to back up into the chicken’s run.  Donning my wellies and grabbing my umbrella, I stood on the porch and listenend for thunder. Hearing none on I went, braving the rain, to break up the dam and save my chicks from wet feet.

Well, I nearly had the job done when I heard this strange sound in the trees behind me.  Sort of electrical, but on a massive scale… I turned in time to see a bolt of lightning materialize out of thin air and stab the earth in three places.  The shock wave from a lightning’s thunder blast of that scale is perceptible  and frightening beyond belief.  I seemed unable to move.  In a book it might read:

She stood there holding her breath, frozen in fear and unable to move.  Then hearing the electricity crawl up and then down again, with a sound not unlike some behemoth generator buzzing behind the trees, she broke inertia and dove into the chicken’s run for safety.

I tried to rationalize what I heard.  I told myself it was harmonics from the sound waves hitting the metal buildings, but the sound was coming from the woods, NOT the buildings…

Intercloud lightnings over Toulouse (France). ...

Image via Wikipedia

So here is what I found out about lightning – and I will not even try to put it into my own words because… I can’t:

“Lightning is usually initiated within the thunderstorm cloud when a faint, negatively charged channel called the stepped leader emerges from the base of the cloud and propagates toward the ground in a series of steps of about 1 microsecond in duration and 150-300 feet in length. The stepped leader reaches from cloud base to ground in about a hundredth of a second. As the stepped leader approaches the ground, streamers of positive charge rush upward from objects on the ground. When one of the streams contacts the leading edge of the stepped leader, the lightning channel is opened, negative charge starts flowing to the ground, and a return stroke, lasting about a tenth of a second, propagates through the channel as a bright luminous pulse.”  *Sometimes, following the initial return stroke, one or more additional leaders may propagate down the decaying lightning channel at intervals of about a tenth of a second. These leaders, called dart leaders, are not stepped or branched like the original leader, but are more or less direct and continuous. Like the stepped leader, however, they initiate return strokes. These return strokes are what we call lightning.”

(From the National Weather Service at: http://www.wrh.noaa.gov/fgz/science/lightnin.php?wfo=fgz  )

Right about then I was feeling like this lady…

Needless to say I was ‘adrenalized’ for the duration of the day!

I Later told Bob that my Guardian Angels were “…working at WARP SPEED,”  to which he replied, “Their wings must have been singed too!”

So, after all that, it is good to tell you that our week ended on a sweet and gentle note.  We have a new resident on the Farmlet!

Meet *Little-Bit

Back history:  We lost Fatty Cat about a month ago.  It was the usual story… she went out one night and did not return in the morning.  She has left a hole in our family and was sorely missed by all…  especially Claus who was missing his  playmate.

And so it was, that on Thursday when I took the Boys to the vet for allergies, I chanced to meet Little-Bit…  and realized she needed a home.

Well I ask you… How could I say no?

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* I now believe this was the “electrical behemoth” I heard in the woods.

**Yes, she’s named after that Little-Bit from Fried Green Tomatoes!