Archive for October, 2013

You Can’t fool Mother Nature…..

I posted the other day about a GREAT idea I had.  My Friend has hens laying plenty of eggs….but she can’t get one of her hens to hatch any eggs for her.  My difficulty has been getting the hens to lay more than 2 or three eggs a day all season long.   Maggie Mae decided to try to hatch one little lonely egg.

My great idea was to sneak eggs from my friends coop up under Maggie Mae and let her hatch eggs for me and my friend.  After all three weeks worth of sitting on an egg should pay bigger dividends.  She should have a bigger batch….make it worthwhile….at least in my opinion.  Of course I am the kind of girl that would have been tickled to have had twins! The more the merrier.

My wheels were turning….I concocted a plan…..and implemented it.

It all worked just as I had hoped….I retrieved nine eggs from my friends coop and took them straight to my coop.  I put feed in the feeder, Maggie Mae got off the nest to eat a bite and grab a drink of water.  Meanwhile, I quickly put my friends eggs along side the three others that Maggie was on.  Maggie started with only one egg, but every few days I would sneak a freshly laid egg from one of my other hens, under her as well.

I was so proud….YES, 12 beautiful eggs….and all she had to do was sit on them.

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She never missed a beat.  She ate and drank and went right back up and sat down on them.

I was most pleased with myself!

She continued to sit on them….

Two days later…..I went to feed everyone.   I noticed Maggie Mae was rearranging things….she was standing over the eggs…. on the board in front of the nesting box.

I was afraid that it was NOT going to have a good ending.

The next morning when I checked on the crew…..this is what I found.

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Maggie Mae… looking sheepish……an egg on the board in front of her nest…..AND

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evidence of an egg throwing party.

There she sat….as if to say…..I’m NOT stupid. I knew those were not mine….where DID you find them anyway?

At least that is what the look in her eyes was expressing….   She didn’t get up….so I had no idea how many eggs she discarded.

The next visit to the coop…she once again got up to eat while I was there.

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That’s when I saw these four eggs.

I know she had three from our coop….so she must have saved one egg from the other hens.  Well…. really I don’t know which eggs came from which coop.  Then again maybe they are all from the other coop….  Who Knows.  Maybe we will be able to tell once they are born.  My friend and I have some of the same type hens…but then… some are different.  I need to make a mental note….I meant to mark the eggs so I could see which came from which coop.

It really doesn’t matter to me, except I was trying to get my friend some chicks since she has been so gracious to share her eggs with us.

From what I read, sneaking eggs under a sitting hen is not unusual…..In other words I didn’t have an original idea by any means.  Many other hen owners have done the same thing.  It is believed that the hens can tell if the eggs are fertile or not.  At least most of the time.  They will often cull out the ones that are not.  Sometimes a mother won’t sit on too many eggs, Although sitting on 12 to 15 happens frequently enough.

The more I read…the more I see that it is all trial and error.  Nobody can say for certain what is going on inside that little bird brain of theirs.  Anymore than they can tell what is going on in ours.

Whatever the reasoning….she has opted to only sit on four….I just hope it stays at that number.  I would hate to see her continue to toss out eggs.

But then again, if they aren’t fertile we might be smelling a rotten egg after three weeks of sitting.

I have to admit….my bubble was busted a little….but her instincts are probably accurate.

Time will tell…….

Meanwhile the countdown continues!!!!!!

WOO HOO

Laverne

With a heavy heart, I come to you today, to tell you that little Laverne passed away at 5:53 last night.

She was a twin who started life with odds against her.  She was born with a broken leg….a high break… near the hip.  The vet said her Mama, Cupid, probably stepped on her during delivery.

Laverne and Shirley were born sometime in the wee hours of May 31, 2013.

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I found her all alone in the back pasture near a brush pile.  It looked as if her Mom delivered her and walked on….probably still in labor with the other baby.  Laverne might have been first.  Maybe after she was delivered, her Mama had to continue pushing for the second baby girl, Shirley.

I posted about this back in June 2013, if you want to read the whole story, you can look back and read it.

I had to give her a chance, she didn’t cry or groan like she was ever in pain, so I opted to let her live out the best life she could.

As soon as she was found, her life turned around.  She was immediately taken care of.

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Billy and I fed her and tried to treat her leg.  She worked with us….allowing us to mess with her and not resisting.

We had the vet out to see her, but there wasn’t a lot that could be done.  It was possible that as long as she could eat, drink and get around she might heal.  She might always hobble or limp…but time would tell.

And so, we just loved her.  She seemed to have a great disposition, even with her disability.

She always greeted us when we came into the pasture.

She was a little beauty.

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She melted everybody’s heart.

She may not have had a cow mother to take care of her…

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but she had many surrogate mothers.

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All summer….people came to see her….feed her…love her….morning and night.

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There were many others that fed her as well…but I didn’t always have a camera handy.

Whenever we went out of town….people came….they warmed milk and fed her….twice a day.

The cows would graze around her and occasionally she would stand long enough to hang out with them….but eventually they would move on to another area.  She would be left alone in the pasture for hours.  I feared that a coyote or something would get after her and she would not be able to run away….so we decided to bring her closer to the house.

She came to live in the fenced area with the chickens, where she would have more company.  Eventually the small goats joined her.  She seemed to like her new home and all her new friends.

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In August….she was getting around much better.  She had managed to get up and down in spite of that broken leg.  Meanwhile she developed a big hernia….probably because of the strain of getting up and down with only three good legs.  The vet suggested we wait on doing anything surgery wise for that.  She wasn’t in good enough shape to undergo that.

Still she managed….

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And still would greet me and others when anyone came through the gate.

One September day, Billy and I were working on the coop, when some of the grand kids came by.  Once again Laverne was showered with affection.  We all gathered around her and got this shot….I am so glad we did.

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I have the greatest neighbors anybody could ever want.  They have helped me look after Laverne all the months, grown ups and children.  If they were passing by, the would came in and love on her….as well as the goats and chickens.

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Just 2 weeks ago….she was giving rides to the chickens.

Friday night was a really cold night.  She couldn’t get up on her own Saturday morning.  One of the neighbors noticed, helped her and contacted me.

I warmed a bottle or milk…..by then she was sitting again….I sat beside her.  It was time just to sit and love on her.  She welcomed that bottle and took her time drinking it…..as we gazed into each others eyes.

She always could melt my heart with those big beautiful brown eyes.

She seemed a little better as the day went on, it warmed up and she walked around a little.

Sunday morning she was sitting up which is always a good sign, but by afternoon she was laying on her side.  She was so weak she couldn’t even hold her head up.  I tried to give her some electrolytes…but she showed no interest and I found she couldn’t even swallow.

I have played her life over and over in my head all night long.  I should have done this….or I should have done that.  I suppose that happens when we try to make sense of things.  Especially when they don’t turn out as we had hoped.

I do know that she was loved…..and I know she gave a lot of love too.  Yesterday, while I was sitting in the grass with her.  I can’t begin to tell you how many people came by to check on her.  Several people of all ages literally came and sat with us….in the grass, lovingly holding her little head in their hands, petting her.  We all comforted her the best way we knew how.    This sweet little calf made tears sneak out of our eyes and roll down our faces.

It was hours… some neighbors even stayed with her when I couldn’t be right beside her.  She had someone with her at all times….until she drew her last breath.  I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the compassion that was shown.

Our farm life stories are put on this blog….probably more for me than anyone else.  Several years ago I felt the need to share what I was learning as I experience life and death with these wonderful creatures.   I don’t know how to describe it other than….I just feel God teaching me things.  Things that touch me in a much different way than ever before.

Last night it was as if God was whispering to my heart…I know you love her Sonya….so do I.

As I reflected that yes, she is just a cow…..I know….but God made her too.

I feel as if I am to take this memory of love and compassion and show this to others.    God gently reminded me to be this concerned for lost souls, for children who like Laverne were abandoned and would love to have a surrogate mother and friends show them love.   Do I show this kind of compassion to the people around me?

It is a lot to think about.

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I am grateful for the time we got to spend with Laverne…..and thankful for the lessons she continues to teach me.

Another One Of My Great Ideas!!!!

Alright, so my girls have NOT been productive this whole year.  I have been very disappointed.  I have given them every excuse, for their lack of production.  I know they have been extremely stressed this year from predators.  After thinking about it….that didn’t even happen to these hens.  These are a whole new bunch except for Maggie Mae.  She is the only one who SAW the horror or the attacks on the other girls.  I would give her a pass for NEVER having to lay another egg….but she is a trooper….she at least still tries.

All of these other have just been loved too much.  I have come to the conclusion that they are just spoiled.  They eat all the time.  They have access to a nice yard full of green grass and I still give them cracked corn and laying pellets.  They have all the fresh clean water they could want.  They have reinforced fences and a coop with an automatic door.   Yet, even with all that….I might…if I’m lucky…get two eggs a day.  And I have 14 hens!

Now, I have a friend who has 12 hens and she gets 10 to 12 eggs a day.  WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?!?!?!?!?!?!

I am happy for my friend…don’t get me wrong….but I am NOT happy that I have to beg MY hens to lay an egg for me.

I asked my friend what it is that she is doing differently.  She only feeds them laying pellets… a certain amount a day.  She lets them free range some…but not everyday because she doesn’t live at the place she keeps them.  When she is going to be on her land working for a few hours, she lets them out to free range.  And they still go to their coop and lay her 10 to 12 eggs a day.

Amazing….just amazing.

Well anyway, she has eggs coming out of her ears needless to say….so she had mercy on me and said I could gather hers if I wanted them.  Stating that she had more than she knows what to do with at the moment.   She said she had one or two hundred in her fridge!!!!

Needless to say…….I took her up on her offer and started gathering her eggs each day.  It is amazing how quick they can accumulate.

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No wonder she had so many in her fridge.   These are just some of the ones I have gathered in the last few weeks.

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I have been sharing them with our friends that I know love farm eggs too.  To me….that is the neat part……..being able to share them with others.

Goodness…Billy and I can only use so many….but sharing them makes it fun for everyone.  People’s eyes actually light up when you give them farm fresh eggs!

I mentioned the other day that Maggie Mae has been sitting on an egg since last Sunday.  Today, she got up to eat and I noticed that it is just that….one egg….one single little egg. Well, one of my other girls had laid an egg today in the box next to her….so I quickly put it beside the egg she is sitting on.   I’m hoping she won’t boot it out of the nest.

Tomorrow, after I collect eggs at my friends coop, and any eggs I might happen to have from my coop, I am going to sneak them into Maggie Mae’s nest!

Sometimes the grass does seem greener on the other side.  I mean I wish my girls would lay more eggs, but my friend wishes that at least one of her girls would sit on her eggs so she could have some baby chicks.   She is even thinking about buying an incubator.

I figure that If I can get Maggie Mae to sit on all of them, possibly we will have lots of babies in a few weeks.  Maggie Mae would be one proud Mama if she could hatch all those babies!  Golly, if she is going to go to all that trouble sitting for three weeks….she might as well have more than one baby out of it.  Then my friend will get the baby chicks she wants.

Now….there is one problem…….we really won’t know if ANY of the eggs are fertile…..but I sure am hoping so!!!!

I just love it when I get a good idea…..Hee Hee….I’m so excited….I can hardly wait until tomorrow.

 

We have a Silkie…..

 

I have been thinking about getting a few Silkie hens.  They are very interesting looking.   Sporting feathers that have a pouf to them….kind of downy like, fluffy… I guess is what you would call it.

A friend had this Silkie.  They named her Sophia, but several months later, she went cock-a-doodle-do.  YEP….so, the owners had to move her/him to another home.  They already had a rooster and the two boys started to not get along.  One barnyard is just not big enough for two roosters!

So, just like that….Sophia…..became Sylvester!

 

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Sexing a chicken is tricky business when they are young.  A lot of times you don’t know what you have until it lays an egg or crows!

I received a text message the other day, asking if I would like a rooster.

I have turned down several rooster offers in the last few months.  If you remember our old rooster, started backing me up on the front porch of the coop.  He really began to scare me.  I don’t know if you have ever been around roosters or not, but they have BIG ole spurs on their feet, unlike the hens.  They will not hesitate to use them when they feel threatened.

Little did he know…..I had a really big stick…and I would have used  it, if I had gotten attacked.   Just kidding..(I think)…I NEVER had to use it…..but I did carry one to let him know who was boss.

Another friend of mine has had a few encounters with her rooster and has ended up with bloody scratches on her arms.

I don’t want any animal I have to fear.  I like things to be nice and calm….everybody happy, happy, happy.

Anyway….the thing that intrigued me about this rooster offer was the fact that he was a Silkie.  They seem to be small built birds and have a great disposition.  However, a rooster is a rooster, protecting the girls is what they do.  So we will see how it goes.

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Their fluffy feathers are even on their little legs and feet.   Silkies are also known to have five toes instead of four, and they have black/blue like skin.

They usually like to be held, so they easily become pets for a lot of people.

The owners brought him to his new home.  My hens were a little bossy…showing their pecking order.  But, it didn’t take long before they left him alone and decided that it was kinda nice to have a man around the house.

Last night I saw Sylvester and two of the hens all nestled together in one corner of the coop.  He was making a little purring sound when he slept.  The three of them were really cute.  Until I got hens a couple years ago, I had know idea that they cooed, and sometimes even down right snore, when they sleep.  If you ever get a chance to go in a coop after they all settle down for bedtime…I encourage you to do that.  They sound so sweet, I know….crazy…right?!?!?  Billy and I have just stood quietly in the coop, watching and listening to them on several occasions.

Sylvester just came to live with the girls a week ago…..BUT…..

Maggie Mae which is one of our surviving Buff Orphington’s, has decided to go broody.  She was acting weird two days ago….but I just thought she wanted extra food, so while she was eating, I took her egg.  Yesterday, she was in her box sitting on another egg.  She got up to eat…and went right back to sit on it again.  I guess Sylvester just might be a daddy in three weeks.  I’m very surprised….but she hatched two during the early summer…so maybe she will have us some more chicks.

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Sometimes, they just want to be a Mama and the eggs they are sitting on aren’t fertile.  Of course that means that the eggs will not hatch and she will just be grouchy for three weeks…with no good ending!  I imagine she will lay more eggs with this one and sit on all of them…I’m not sure….but it will be fun to watch the process.

When Maggie Mae went broody last time it was after the rooster had been attacked and died.  I was surprised to read that she could lay fertile eggs up to 10 days after being with a rooster.  She started laying about 2 days after he died…and ended up with two eggs that hatched.

Well….. I just did what we call chasing rabbits….back to Sylvester.  The previous owner said she would help me find a Silkie hen for him.  You know…cause birds of a feather flock together.  I think he would like at least one hen to be from his own breed.

The morning after we got Sylvester, Billy and I were outside when he heard a noise.  He said…do you hear that?  Is it a cat…up in a tree?  Once I heard it again, I knew what it was.  It was SYLVESTER!  He crows a little differently.  We laughed…it is unique and very different from what we have heard in the past.

All in all….it worked out that Sophia….was really SYLVESTER……

He is cock-a-doodle-doing, or something that sounds similar, and protecting the girls.  He seems to like his new surroundings, and is letting me hold him.  I’m hoping that will help him to trust me and not feel threatened.

Meanwhile…..I think he fits in VERY nicely.

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Welcome to your new home Sylvester.

You’ve Got Mail….

Ever since I was a little girl, getting mail has been a real treat.  There were four of us kids and we would all run to the mail box.   When our Birthday’s rolled around, that was OUR day.   Possibly we did it for the week of the birthday…..goodness it’s been so long now…I can’t be certain.  Anyway, the birthday girl or boy was able to get the mail, without having to race the other siblings to the box.  We could ALWAYS be sure that our Grandma and Grandpa from out of town, would have a card in the mail to us!  What a treat.  There would be other cards from other relatives and friends as that would vary year to year, but Grandma and Grandpa’s was ALWAYS there.

When I grew up and had my own mailbox…I was just as excited to see the mailman stop and fill it up.  Of course there were times that it had bills in it….and that wasn’t so great, but I still liked opening the box and finding MAIL.  For some reason it was and still is like getting a gift….silly… I know.

Through the years things have changed…well…kinda.  I still LOVE to check the mailbox outside, but I also LOVE to check the mailbox on my computer.  It is just as exciting to see who has written something to ME.

My mother used to send me cute little cards and notes.  I was always thrilled to get them from her….she would write something sweet, thanking me for doing something for her.   Sometimes it was just a note of encouragement, when she knew I was struggling with something.  Most of the time it was just a note telling me that she loved me….and was thinking of me.

I really miss getting those notes from her.

I have kept a lot of those letters and when I sit down and read one, it is almost like reading it for the first time.  I often have to think back on what was going on in my life to put the letter in context.   But when I do….it is comforting, encouraging and was always said with love.  It warms my heart and lifts my spirits even today.  Interesting something written so many years ago….can still touch my heart today….no matter how many times I read it.  It made me want to do things to please her then and now.  It made me want to be a better person.  It encouraged me to love and encourage others just as I saw her do in her daily living.

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I believe it was Mom that gave me this little mailbox years ago.  I know for sure she gave me the little frogs that I keep with it.  I have used it for decoration here and there throughout the house.  I have it in the den now, and a little tradition has started.  I put a few treats in the box and whenever any of the grand kids come over, they check it.  It usually has Scooby Doo gummies, miniature packs of M&M’s, Hershey’s Kisses or something along those lines inside.  It NEVER fails to bring a smile to their faces!!!  Sometimes they will check it…smile and say….I will take it home and eat it later….which is rare…but it happens. They just like the fact that they know it is there.  I’m sure they reflect on where it came from when they are ready to eat the snack.  They seem to never forget things….well, except things you tell them to do…like chores.

I do hope that this little tradition we do will always bring fond memories to their hearts and minds when they old one day.  That they will know they were loved beyond measure. That they were special enough in their grandmother’s heart, that she took time to make sure their was something special waiting for them.  However….if they don’t look in our special place…they will miss a treat.  A treat meant just for them.

Today…I STILL love getting mail.  I don’t receive as much through the snail mail as I used to, but I have electronic mail to check too!!!!   You can be sure that I still look forward to my birthday week!  I don’t get those cards from my grandma and grandpa any more, or cards from my Mama…..but I do still get cards and letters from other loved ones.  It reminds me of people that love me, some I see often, some that I don’t…..but each one still holds a special part of my heart.   Each and every time I see personal mail….not bulk junk mail….it thrills me.

I have also found that when I read the Bible….it is God’s letter of love to me.  It encourages me, it directs me, it tells me how much He loves me.  It means more to me now than it ever has.  Each and every year that goes by I find that it contains sweet treasures in it.  Sometimes I can read something I have read many times before….but I see something new from that same writing on that particular day.   Something that speaks to me and the situation I am encountering at the time. Other times it is hard to read….I have to see what the history was behind the reading to understand what was going on when it was written.  Then….it makes more sense and oddly enough, I find that it still speaks to me today….as if it were written just for me.  It is THAT personal.  Just as my Mom would write personal notes to me….expressing her love….she could write that to my sisters and brother as well….and it would be true and personal….to each of us.  Because  she knew us and had a personal relationship with each of us.  We knew her, meaning….we knew her character, we knew she meant what she said.  We knew we could take what she said as truth.  She could be trusted, that when she said she loved us or was proud of us, she really meant it.  So it is with GOD.  I have a personal relationship with him and with Jesus Christ….I KNOW the word of God…is truth.   I can trust HIM and HIS WORD.

I look forward to reading HIS word each day…..it is like getting mail!

When I don’t take time, I’m the one who misses the treat.

Memorizing scripture is a lot like what I see the grandkids do.   It brings a smile…knowing that it is there…just for me…and when I hide the words in my heart, I can bring them to memory when I need that special treat from God.  Treats of encouragement and love…… they remind me of HIM.

I hope you will check your mail often…..your mail from God that is.  You will always find a love letter their waiting for you.

PSALM 119:11   I have hidden your word in my heart ….that I might not sin against you.