Crooked Acres Wednesday!
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How could you possibly not love that face?
Why drink fresh water out of the water bowl when you’ve got an entire pond of water that tastes like catfish poop?
::grrrrr::
George is totally frustrated because he wants to lick Fred’s face, and he’s being restrained.
Tiny (normal-sized) Arnold, among the behemoth Cornish crosses.
Cornish cross.
Tiny Arnold.
Arnold can actually walk underneath the other chicks now.
Getting stink eye from the one in the middle, and that one over to the right.
The baby chicks are doing fine. The Cornish crosses are growing at a staggering rate. I only went without seeing them for three days, and I was blown away by how much they’d grown in that time. We haven’t moved them to the back forty yet because the weather’s been too cold for that. I’m hoping it warms up so we can get them moved – I’d like them to have plenty of outside time before they head off to Freezer Camp in 4 – 6 weeks or so.
The ducks are doing fine, as well. They spend most of their time out on the pond or in their shelter. The hens keep laying eggs, which Fred keeps removing. We just do not need any more ducks – 4 is the perfect number, since they’re purely for entertainment purposes and we won’t be eating them.
I thought the light was neat in this picture.
This bag of thistle seed is hanging right outside the side door. The Finches are loving it, which drives the cats nuts.
I love this picture of Newt (which I took) so much that I got it on canvas.
Eagle Vulture, eyeballing the chickens – or trying to, since all the chickens were hiding from him. (PS: I meant to say “Hawk”, not “Eagle” – I don’t think I’ve ever seen an eagle around here! Which is a moot point, because it’s not a hawk either!)
Squirrel, making plans.
Shimmying down the cord to the bird feeder.
Checking for seed.
Luckily there’s some – but not much! (And by the time this guy was done, there wasn’t any left.)
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“Nope.”
“Did you hear the timer go off? No? Well, PERHAPS that means they’re not done yet, ya think?”
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There’s so much about this picture that needs explaining. First, I decided that we needed binoculars so we can see what’s going on in the pond, if need be (this, after Fred had to traipse out there to see if the wood ducks that had shown up were still present.) I told Fred to find a good pair and send me the link. When he did, I ordered them. I had no idea how huge they’d be! So I took a picture of them next to Tommy, to show that they are, indeed, really big.
Secondly, the blue “cape” around Tommy isn’t actually a cape, it’s a soft cone. Tommy’s got a spot on his neck that he’s been messing with, and it turned into a big scab. The vet gave him a shot to help with it, but Tommy kept messing with it and making it worse. We put the Bite-Not collar on him for a while, but it’s so restrictive that all he did was sit around and look miserable. So then we put the soft cone collar on him, and it was better, but he was still pretty unhappy. Fred turned it around – so it was like a cape – and it’s less restrictive that way, but still stops him from worrying that spot on his neck, so that’s how we’re using it for now, at least until the spot heals all the way.
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Previously
2012: “MOMMA! I HAZ A COMPLAINT!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: They feel cartilage-y, like human ears.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.