Nomadic seasons of farming adventures with nature thrown in to include; a pinch of family, snippets of friends, counting our blessings, paying IT forward, home school, and the spicy things I decide to rant about.
OH MY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This week was a fun action-pack thrill ride.
We decided since our Guineas are big enough not to be taken off by an eagle or hawk; to let them free range during the day. At first they were reluctant to have the entire property to roam and clear of insects but soon they caught on to protecting their turf. The boys and I made the discovery by accident one afternoon if you drive towards them; they all RUSH you like a mob while making a horrendous noise (supposedly to frighten off predators). HOWEVER, if you honk the horn at them they scatter back to safety. This just made Saenz & Zephyr howl with laughter because no matter how many times we drove towards them, honked and backed off the Guinea Gang would still do the same thing over and over; leading my scientific minded Saenz to say;
"THOSE ARE SOME REALLY DUMB BIRDS."
Obama my sweet but not too bright male Boer goat kept getting his rack stuck through a fence. No matter how you try, he is determined to hang himself through the fence. We have hung a double panel of chicken wire to keep Mr. Genius safe but, he figures out how to pull off the protective layer. Last time he got stuck, I tried to push is head down and back to release him to no avail. So, after an hour tug of war; I gave up and finished my bird rounds because they were STARVING. When I let the Guinea Gang out; they made a unified bee-line straight to where Obama was stuck & crying and let out this horrible noise like banshees laughing in the maw of Hell.
My educated wager was Obama could not stand the humiliation of being laughed out by the Guiena Gang and unstuck his own stubborn bright self.
Mr. Salad Fingers also disappeared for four hours and I was heart broken to think he was killed or taken off. After a long nap & a really hungry belly; he let us know he was under the house; unable to find his way out. Saenz basically started tearing the house apart to get him out. Wouldn't you know it, a hot dog got him close enough that Gil was able to grab his ear.
It's always an adventure here in Cow & Chicken Town.
As a family we are blessed with these beautiful creatures to take care of; and I would not change a thing.
Just to let you know, a Piglet has a really bad odor if he is not allowed a place to defecate at night in the open. We have been keeping him in a dog kennel til we finish his POKE. Each morning, I have been rubbing him down with wet wipes but, he needed a bath desperately. So, this a.m. as a family; we gave Mr. Salad Fingers his first bath.
Let me tell you, the entire country side knew of his displeasure. ROFL
OH BY THE WAY
DID YOU KNOW; pigs can jump seriously considering buying him some basketball shoes & shorts to have him try out for the GW Longhorn team.