These days in the fall bring us the time when we plan to butcher our chickens. We do that job in stages depending on when our children can come and offer assistance. Their labor is a trade for some of the meat we have raised over the spring and summer.
Poultry is a desirable meat to add to the variety of other meats available on the farm. However, people are not the only ones who relish a chicken dinner.
Two weeks ago we took off on a memorable vacation with our daughter. We visited the Creation Museum in Petersburg, Kentucky. We saw the Ark Encounter in Williamstown, Kentucky. Then we traveled on to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania to the famous battleground.
When we returned, four chickens were mysteriously absent from the chicken yard. Two nights later, during the dark hours, 3 roosters and 6 hens were killed in the chicken house.
My husband took note and patched up any hole he could find in order to preserve the flock. The next night, our daughter heard some disturbance coming from the chicken house. She roused my husband who went out to see what was the trouble. The culprit was there! A nasty weasel had already killed another 2 roosters and 6 more hens. Since the holes had been mostly all blocked, the weasel could not get out as fast as he wanted. My husband was able to deal with him so that he will not be bothering the chickens again.
Some critters in the night are pests on the farm. How good to have a protector who will save the farm animals. Those nighttime hunters do keep the farmer on his toes.
photo credit: phin_hall Little Brown Hen via photopin (license).
photo credit: Becky Matsubara Long-tailed Weasel via photopin (license)
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What could touch your heart and that of your child? How about a letter written by your own hand? There is a bond to establish and maintain when we have offspring. One way that can last is to document your love for the child in your life.
On August 21, 2017, we witnessed a total solar eclipse. People enthusiastically sought to see the event. Many went out of their way to camp in a total blackout area. News networks made special reporting of the event a priority. Scientist’s gleefully planning their observations, used technology to study the heavenly beings as they maneuvered. One little town in Oregon hosted thousands of travelers awaiting the rare sight.
Among my tasks on the farm as bookkeeper, cook, homemaker, tractor-driver, artist and musician, I have the opportunity to care for and elderly individual.
Baby, our 3-footed cat, comes into the house with our permission. She heads for the basement since she knows her dish is there. She rarely eats her portion of food, so leftovers from her last visit await her. Generally, I am the one who follows her down the stairs to load up her dish with fresh cat yummies.
My husband uses 8-inch leather boots for doing his farm chores. Some are lined for winter use which he stores beneath a table in the basement. He can use them at a moments notice without the use of work sock. That is just what happened. In a hurry to do a quick job, he jumped into his boots. Leaving his bedroom slippers on the basement floor, he planned to venture outdoor for his errand.