|Freyda at the same age as Linden, her ram lamb.|
And, speaking of sheets of rain and gale force winds, all that was mentioned last night AND this morning - while it was occuring - was that we would be getting brief periods of moderate rain, with a light breeze. Am I on the same planet as these guys? Not only was it more than a 'light breeze', it ripped the lids off all of my poultry feed cans (which was followed by the aforementioned sheets of rain), knocked a dirt-filled window box to the ground, toppled my giant wheelbarrow/cart, and threw Hoosier's feed trough through the air and accross the paddock. Holy-moly. After the initial fear that ALL the poultry feed (plus the very expensive kelp meal) was ruined, I found that only the top three inches of the cans had gotten wet, so everyone got an extra large helping of breakfast. No on complained. And - hurray - I had decided to keep the kelp meal in it's original bag, instead of dumping it loose into the can. I quickly emptied it out of the soggy bag and saved it. That stuff costs at least $50/bag. I then went and bungeed the cans to within an inch of their lives.
I got the news from Melanie that three of the six Barnevelder eggs hatched! That's a pretty good ratio, given we weren't sure that Kees was up to the task yet. So Kees stays and, alas, Junior must go. I need to put the flocks together and the two roosters spend most of their time trying to kill each other through the fencing. I am having to do some culling of the flock anyway. That is not something I relish, but a lot of the hens are getting up there (cover your ears, Lucy) and with the cost of feed, I cannot afford non-egg producers. I've started a list - Junior (check); ill-tempered Home Girl (check); egg-eating Ameracauna (check); slightly-crossbilled, loudmouth Prissy (maybe).