|The hops vine is exuberant!|
The weather is even getting to Sage the Siren. She usually stands in the shelter of the doorway to the barn and screams her displeasure that I have appeared and dinner has not. Now she is just soggy like everyone else and just looks at me balefully. There does seem to be a break in the rain today, although we are forecast to have more rain and possibly thunder tonight. My farmer neighbors cannot get into their fields. But the cows are happy - and clean!
I integrated the pullets into the big-girl coop this past weekend and it has been successful. Pretty much. The Blue Laced Red Wyandottes (BLRW - I'm not typing that whole thing again!) seem to be the most confident of the lot. I got four straight-run BLRW chicks and, as far as I can tell at this point, two were roos. One went to live at Melanie's farm and one is in line to replace Kees, who is in line to live the Life of Riley in Massachusetts. One of the Ameraucanas has adapted well. The other is Super Wimp. The Cuckoo Marans? Let's just say they are aptly named. My friend, Linda's six pullets are still living with the Littles, so that is causing some confusion on all fronts. My pullets don't understand why they are not in there with them, while her pullets are wondering why they are not out there with mine. The good news is that all of my pullets now go into the big coop at night with no herding involved. Of the six mystery bantams (aka the Littles) I brought home from the feed store, three are Golden Seabrights (1 roo, 2 hens) and three are D'Uccles (2 roos, 1 hen). The little Seabright roo has been crowing all week. This rattles Kees no end, although he doesn't seem to equate the Littles with chickens, and keeps trying to find his rival when he's right in front of him. With this constant rain, the poultry are all in varying states of damp. I fear I will have to check them for mold pretty soon.
I know that they say every cloud has a silver lining, but at this rate, we are down to tin foil.