12:51 Update: Nine and counting

The peep peep tally is at nine and counting.

Both mamas are still under the bench, but I have seen nine keets hopping around in the grass beside them. Oh - and three colorings - it looks like we'll have lavenders, whites and pieds from this batch. :) Photos still to come. Yay, peep peeps!

They are ALL for sale.

Oh noez! Too much cutez!

Uh-oh. I think we're a little out of control.

Saturday we went to a graduation party at Fairwoods Farm. (Congratulations, again, Amy!)and the plan was to bring home a kitten. I had been ready to try again for a while now and D'Ann's barn kitty was just weaning some little ones, so -- you know -- good times.

Well, we had just picked out my kitty to bring home later when some of the kids came running, trailed by a little yellow puppy that they said some people just dumped. D'Anne's grandkids said MeeMaw would "shoot that dog with her 22" if she saw it. (A rumor later dispelled. MeeMaw only shoots the strays that threaten her goats. Or dig in her beautiful garden. The rest she sends to a rescue.)

The kids' powerful argument coupled with the puppy's insane cuteness and sweet, submissive personality earned her an immediate car ride over to BHF. Christian crated her on our porch and then came back to the party.

By party's end we went home, new kitty in hand, to a vastly changed house dynamic. Meet the newest indoor animals.

Milhouse

and Little Chicken.


It was sometime after his return to the party, Little Chicken safely stowed at home, that Christian made a little cuteness confession. He had recently made a deal to get Trudy a co-worker. We are officially awaiting the weaning of a Great Pyrenees puppy from Swede Farm. She was going to be a surprise for me, but at the point we'd acquired two baby animals, it seemed just silly to keep any charade going. It was time to get used to cute overload.

So today, on a mission to get back to the real world, which is not always pretty, I decided it was time to break up the nest that Dawn and Mickie were sitting on. As I mentioned, I was sure the time for a healthy hatch had long passed, and I NEVER want to deal with putrid eggs again. (The thought of that duck egg still triggers my gag reflex.) So this morning I went out with a broom in hand, ready to get the girls a-movin'. I took a quick peek under the low bench where they had built their nest, to determine who I should try to move first, and found myself face to beak with a little lavender peep peep. The eggs are hatching!

We've only seen two, but there were at least 18 eggs in the nest, being brooded by two mamas. We'll give them a little longer to get them all out and then go scoop up the keets and move the whole family to the chicken coop. I'll get photos later, but seriously. Do you think you can take that much cute in one day? Good thing I don't have any Pyr photos yet. Oy!

Oh, Alice

I guess Alice still really wants to be a mom. Despite flying off and pretty much rejecting her little ducklings, she seems to have a highly developed instinct for actually hatching out the babies.

A few days ago, I found a crazy nest of mixed eggs. There were three duck eggs, a green chicken egg and a brown chicken egg. It seemed that three birds were laying in the same little nest, burrowed into a hay bale in the barn. We didn't know how long the eggs had been there, but since there were not too many, I went ahead and brought them in the house to eat. It couldn't have been more than a few days since they were laid since we still have baby ducks about. Alice must have just started laying again.

A couple days later, I went to check the same spot to pick up any new eggs and Alice was there. I figured she was making her daily deposit, so I left. When she got up to eat breakfast, I found her latest egg, plus a serious clutch of eggs that had previously been hidden. They had to have been there when I pulled the other eggs, but I failed to notice them as they were already packed under feathers and hay. Alice had gotten them ready to brood. I was completely blown away and I definitely wanted to share the crazy nest with Christian, so I left all of the eggs there to show him.

Later we both went out to see the nest and Alice was firmly in place. I told C that we were going to have to take her off of it and remove all of the eggs to break her broody spell. We knew her eggs weren't fertile, as we lost our male a while ago. (I was going to post about it, but C said I wrote entirely too many entries about dead animals. But he actually died two weeks before all of those sweet ducklings were born. A nice legacy for old Karl.)

Anyway, we got a bag to put the eggs in, removed a very unhappy Alice from the nest and pulled out her treasure: about six duck eggs, maybe eight brown chicken eggs, two green chicken eggs and a guinea egg.

Poor Alice. She won't be hatching out that bizarre clan.

And in other failed motherhood news, we are not sure Dinner Duck's nest has any viable eggs in it, either. We believe the time has pretty much come and gone for a successful hatch and we have not seen babies. We candled three of her eggs and found them empty and tossed them. The fourth seemed like it may have had a duckling in it, but now I'm not so sure. I wish I had marked the calendar when she started to set.

Then it seems the two guineas who have been brooding might have dud eggs as well. We pulled one to candle and it was definitely not fertile, either. I can't remember when they began to brood, but I think the three weeks it takes to hatch have come and gone for them as well.

To think I was just bragging about our fertility.

Oh well, at least the guineas can try again. I guess we'll go steal their eggs today. Poor non-mamas.

Edited at 10:30am: Dinner Duck's eggs were not just empty, they were rotten. That's why the light wouldn't penetrate them when we candled. And when I say rotten, I mean stinking, green, I-almost-threw-up-twice-when-we-opened-one rotten. We think she may have started a nest on OLD eggs left over from the days of our Pekins, Maverick and Iceman. ...that would make those eggs about two years old. ...hurl.

Dinner Duck is out and about commiserating with Alice. Things will be fine.

Pig butts!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, seriously. Little piglet butts may be the cutest thing ever.

We picked up four new piglets yesterday, though only two are staying here. The other are going to be fattened up at Fairwoods Farm along with one of our two semi-wild guys.

It turned out that our friend D'Ann had actually been looking for the wild kind, but couldn't find them. On top of that, we were only able to place one of our two with a restaurant, so she got Spotty Pig and we are growing the brindle one out to about 180 pounds for Feast.

Even with just the two Bacon brothers, we were overflowing with whey, so hopefully these new guys will be good eaters. So far, it looks promising.


Even though one of the new kids is spotty, too, the snouts look nothing at all like those of the wild pigs. Here is the one we kept for comparison. ...growing nicely. :)

Anyone know the average yield for crookneck squash?

I don't know if it's normal or it's the goat poop, but the crookneck squash is monster. I stopped counting at about 30 little squashes. ..on one plant.

I am going to harvest the male blossoms to stuff with goat cheese, and I may pick some baby squashes just to try them.

Seriously - is this normal? Good thing we like squash. And good thing I didn't plant a nine-pack like I did with the stupid Chinese cabbage. Look at all the little buds still starting!

What a week!

Ok- so I went out to take more garden photos today. I can't believe the difference we are seeing in just one week. Here is the photo from last Monday:

And here is the same shot today. Go veg!!! Look at the tomato plant in the far corner! And the peppers in front of it. The beans are at least 2x as tall, too.


The crookneck squash are going bonkers and the broccoli-- don't get me started. Two heads have gone to flowers because we can't keep up the pace eating it. There are jalapenos ready to be picked and we have put in okra where we harvested Chinese cabbage.

Oh - and we may yet get Brussels sprouts -- look!

I am so digging the garden. No pun intended.

Sweet, bad girls

The other night I was coming in from milking and noticed it was VERY quiet as I approached our yard. Too quiet.

The little girls had busted out of their pen and were quietly working on the little flower bed underneath the crape myrtles. They got their fill of roses, crape myrtle, dewberry vines and other deliciousness as the sun set.

Sweet, bad girls. At least it wasn't my veggie garden.