It’s a good time of year to be a person here. It’s also a good time of year to be a chicken.
The Cream Legbar chicks a neighbor gave us are growing up.
This guy’s hoarse attempts at crowing are improving rapidly.
Our bad luck with broody hens continues. Once again we’ve had a total failure with a clutch. 12 eggs–zero hatched. I removed the eggs before they exploded, but the hen hasn’t given up her spot. She continues to sit there, with no eggs beneath her.
Chickens are certainly not the brightest creatures on the farm.
On the other hand, for the first time ever we’ve had a kid born in August.
Our goat Jade delivered a stillborn kid this winter and not long after that she went into season. Usually goats time their cycles to deliver in cooler weather. It’s a treat to have the little dude on the farm, even though he’ll have to grow up without any playmates his age.
And, in the most blistering sultry heat I’ve ever experienced here, I got the big fall garden planted.