Friday, July 25, 2014

I may have been

Irritated to say the least with the hen the other day when she kicked all the poor guinea keets out of the nest. I had been making sure to check under her fluffy butt a couple times a day just to make sure no one else was in danger of her deranged ways. 

New guinea keet

Well yesterday evening I'd decided I wasn't going to check again until night coop lock up. However, some little voice in my head kept saying, you really ought to get out there and take a look. That voice was very wise. Another lovely keet, pied in color, and a gorgeous blue and yellow Cochin-EE cross chick had hatched and were peeping away all fluffed out and happy underneath her. Needless to say I opted not to take any chances this time around and promptly scooped their sweet selves up to the relative safety of the brooder we built for the others. I'm not saying the brooder is without its dangers. We have a plethora of varmints of various sizes which could tear into or tip over their little home and make a very short meal of my babies. That is sadly a risk every poultry or livestock owner takes.

Turkey poult number one

Turkey poult number two

Later when I went to check on the bird and her remaining half dozen or so eggs, I noted two turkey eggs were in various stages of hatch. By the time we left to go to my beloved great aunt and uncles farm to pick up a new fancy commercial style brooder, of a sort I could certainly never afford on y own, one was nearly hatched, and the other about a 1/3 of the way done. When we finally got back home around 8:15 my sister had already cuddled, imprinted and moved the one poult, and the other had literally just slipped from its shell.

Fluffy new chick and the new keet

This morning both are fluffed out and perfectly happy with their six guinea keet and one chick friends. Additionally, my last remaining turkey egg, and I believe another chicken egg are both hatching. There are still a few guinea eggs under the hen, but I'm not sure if they are any good or not. I guess time will tell. Meanwhile I've got the start if all goes well to a beautiful guinea and turkey flock.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

There are days...

That I find myself really disliking poultry. Lately I have been having many of them in a row. My old red cranky hen hatched out so far somewhere around 6 guinea keets. Must be the guinea hens were setting themselves for a short time prior to her taking over the clutch of eggs as the babies hatched nearly a week before they should have. Mother Hen is not the best of mothers, probably because she is a red sex-link and they aren't exactly meant to be mothers anyway. She kicked every baby out of the nest, and abandoned them. There were 6 keets alive when she got done, she'd stomped 3 to death that I know of. 

Whaaa but we were sleeping

White keet

Now all the remaining keets are tucked safely in an old hog water trough, with a heat light, food, water, and no marauding mother to kill them. There are 4 that look like they will be pied pearls, and one that is a lovely white shade. One keet did die after we got them away from the cranky lady. She was dragging it around in her beak and try as we might it was badly damaged when we finally got it away from her. Hopefully these last five thrive, and I can get any other chicks, poults or keets that hatch if the remaining eggs are viable away from her before they come to harm.

 Little pearlie pieds :)

Sunday, July 20, 2014

And some have hatched

As of first thing this morning, I have somewhere between 4 and 5 guinea keets all hatched. One is a delightful pure white color. (S)He is just beautiful. One is a pied, likely pearl color. I didn't want to disturb my lovely red hen too much, so I just peaked under her wings quick this morning. I'm hopeful she will stay on the nest long enough to hatch at least one or two of the turkey eggs if they are fertile. They showed signs of growth when I candled them a while ago but that doesn't mean anything. When she finally comes off the nest for good I'll take some pictures. 

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Doggy paddle

Your boat gently down the stream...and make your wife laugh like a hyena for days to come...

Saturday, July 12, 2014

There Are Days

I'm exceedingly glad that my parents sold the majority of the herd. I miss the cows don't get me wrong. Lakota left before the main herd, as did Mandy, Blitz and many of my beloved other show girls. Favored pets had died calving, of weird diseases, and just plain bizarre circumstances over the many years. Days like yesterday I long for the peaceful monotony of the 2x, 4 hours of barn chores that dictated my life for so very many years. 

But then I read stories like this one. At which point my brain goes WTF is wrong with our world?!?! Have we really become so removed for reality that we don't know dinosaurs are EXTINCT?!?! You have got to be kidding me! Is this why people buy into the PeTA and HSUS bull pucks? If you see it it must be true. Forget the triceratops has been extinct for how many millions of years. 

This is why farmers have to fight to make their practices seem legitimate. 

Dehorning calves for their well being as well as the safety of farm hands. 

Removing calves from aggressive mother cows.

 AI so you don't have to keep dangerous bulls around your family and children.

People truly have no idea about the reality of the world they live in. They sit in their little Manhattan apartments go about their day and see something they decide looks awful. Never have they been kicked, stomped, or bit by a horse or cow (yes cows do bite and it HURTS). They've never sat up night after night waiting for the gift of a healthy new calf, only to have it finally come, at 1 am, breach, with no one to help, fight for an hour to help the poor dam deliver it, fight to get it to take air into its lungs, only to have it die in their hands. This is the farmers reality. Broken fingers from fixing rusted machines and stalls. Broken noses from a cow slamming herself into your face. Bruised and battered ribs courtesy of a young heifer learning the ropes in the milking barn.

But all of this seems so cruel to them. Perhaps they have a little kitty cat, she's their child or maybe they have a chia pet that they have to be stringent in the care of. They would never do the things we do, so how dare we. We, who have been brought up loving our stock and make it our life's work. We the farmer who put 40 hours by Tuesday noon and then add in another 72, and don't mind the doing of it. The people who feed the nation and the world and take hell for doing it, and its people like this who are why. All I can say is Lord help us all if this is how far removed from the real world society really is, because we are surely doomed.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Oklahoma City

I selected these particular lilies myself for my mother's water garden a few years ago. They are named Oklahoma City and I love their unique and delightful (to me anyways) coloring. They bloom around mid-July every year and I  greatly look forward to them