Oh, this is just pitiful! Remember this picture of Connie’s Sun King?
Turn the page and see my Sun Kings – no words necessary!
Like I said – pitiful, isn’t it?
I found a blue jay feather today – I think that’s a sign of good luck, isn’t it?
Hazel has every opportunity to get a drink in the house but likes to wait till she gets to the barn. Must taste better.
These are my invalid hens – 3 bad hair day girls who are ancient. They don’t see well, of course, and are so skinny with really bad feet, too. The other 1-1/2 yr. old hen, can’t remember what kind she is, came as a chick and never could walk. She hobbles around but I take feed and water to her wherever she is almost every time I’m in the barn. She can’t stand up but flops her wings and moves along very clumsily.
And this afternoon was a sad chore time. When I have little chicks I remove all big buckets of water because I’ve had little chicks drown when they try to get a drink. Sure enough, today I found this guy in the goose water where I thought it was far enough away that those chicks wouldn’t be tempted.
This is always so sad for me because I know if I hadn’t had that bucket of water there, this little chick would still be alive. I secretly hope it was a rooster.
On a happier note, the goats are so content laying in the sun!