Yesterday we were at a USDAA trial that was held up here in Canada and someone mentioned that Fae always looks much larger in photos than she does in person, because there’s often nothing (such as a banana) for scale in photos. So here’s Fae next to a chicken; if you know anything about chickens, then now you know how small Fae really is.
Though she be but tiny, she also be a Great Big Beeyotch. Pound for pound, she’s a hard ass. She’ll take on a rooster, if she thinks the rooster needs to learn a lesson. Not that the rooster ever learns his lessons; so far he has successfully beaten up me, Auntie Michelle, and my landlord. He really is not a very nice bird at all!
But he has not beaten up Terrence, my Personal Body Guard Turkey. Terrence will beat up the rooster if the rooster tries to beat me up and Terrence is close enough to get involved. I really, really like my turkey a lot.
He (with the help of his lady turkeys) made me seven baby turkeys who are right now in the a brooder on top of the washing machine. Although one has gibbled feet, so I’m not sure he/she is going to make it … but dang, are they ever the cutest!! I tried to get some photos, but shooting from above next to a red heat lamp just makes for lame photos. I’m going to try and shoot them under studio lights in the next week while they are still itty bitty. And cute. Did I mention they were cute? They’re almost as cute as HARVEY MY GOAT.
LOOK AT HIS ADORABLE FACE!!!
I love him so much!! Michelle and I took turns bottle feeding him today.
He’s a big fan of feeding time!
Michelle’s mom is going to make him some fancy collars. And I’m going to give him a bath because I think he needs to smell better, and not leave dirt on my hands after I pet him. And I pet him a lot … after milk time, he climbed into my lap like a little dog and fell asleep having a cuddle. I’m all a-swooning for my goaty baby!
This newborn goat was also cute:
And very tiny, like the size of Fae (see chicken above for scale). But she is not Harvey, so she is not as cute.
Harvey isn’t allowed to come home until he drinks water from a bucket, which he is so far refusing to do. Also he needs to be banded so his, umm, manly bits don’t come with him. My landlord offered to grab the band and let me do it, but I don’t want Harvey to have to go into therapy because his mommy made his nuts fall off.
This is the cow that sometimes comes into my yard. Frankly, she scares the shit out of me. She’s just too damn big. And she looks pissed off all the time.
We had a really nice, chill day just hanging around the farm with the dogs. Addy did some gardening.
While Wootie did perimeter patrol for potential threats (and judging from the look of him, may have snuck out back to smoke a joint).
And TWooie took first watch. And he took it seriously.
If the yard was fully secured in terms of fence, I think the WooTWoo would like nothing better than to spend their days out there just keeping an eye on things. They are great little farm dogs, for their size, and they love just hanging out and surveying their property. But the yard is not quite securely fenced, as evidenced by this pointy little face staring at me from the WRONG side of the driveway gate:
So clearly, beefing up the fencing needs to move up the priority “to do” list. I also really need some ideas for making the front fence some kind of privacy fence, because it’s hard to enjoy the yard with the dogs when they ALL make a beeline for the fence line, barking their fool heads off, every time someone walks by. We are quite near a popular (on leash) park with horse trails, so there are a fair number of people walking or riding by on nice days. I was thinking of buying planks a couple at a time, whenever I have an extra couple of bucks to throw at it, until I have amassed enough of them to build horizontal slats from post to post with a very minimal gap in them, so people can’t see the dogs and the dogs can’t see people. I just don’t want them pissing anyone off, because I have a lot of dogs, and all of them are loud. Any other suggestions? I probably have a couple hundred feet to do, so it will take me a long while to buy enough planks.
Dexter does not rush the fence. Especially when he’s getting Auntie Michelle cuddles.
He likes those so much his feet don’t even touch the ground!
Except when he’s doing his impression of an ottoman.
Piper remains … slightly senile
Peetie remains annoying.
And Winter is sitting at the foot of the washing machine, staring at the brooder and wishing baby turkeys would fall into his mouth.
Happy Easter ya’ll!