Back to the Farm

Visiting the farm is a treat although we were parting with Henry and Uma (Umar?). Lower: Pictured is my favorite little farm friend, Nibbles, the pygmy goat. He is standing on a table. Some of the other darling goats and the calf (far right - can you see the dark brown ear?) are always ready for a treat, or a lick, or a kiss.

Middle: Turkeys fall in love too. This beautiful brown and white guy with a light blue face, yes, light blue, was strutting his stuff in hopes the lady turkey would be interested. Apparently she was not because she ran around all over the place to keep ahead of him. There are quite a few very large eggs in the turkey nest currently being sat on by a black and silver Wyandotte chicken.

Upper: Sonya is in the chick/duckling house with her favorite chick who loves to sit on her lap. Can't blame that chick....Sonya is a beatiful girlfriend!

We did chose replacements for Henry and Umar, plus one more. Three Chicken Farm always seems to have four chickens. Oh, well. It could have been goats.

Uma goes with Henry

Uma identified herself as a rooster on the very morning that Henry was packed up to go back to the farm. It was heart-breaking for us people. Lacey was distraught. She was panicky at first, then decided she had to be brave. She flew to the top of the run, stood tall and tried to look like a rooster. Little did she know that is what could be her downfall. We have new girls now from the farm but that is a story for another day. Camille wanted to bring a goat. That too, is another story.

Henry finds a home

HENRY FINDS A HOME After much fretting and searching, a home has been found for Henry, the rooster. He will go back to his previous home on the farm in Calhan. He will reunite with a few remaining pullets and cockerels whom he ran with as a chick on that farm. He is a bit uncertain about the move but Uma and Lacey are relieved. In many ways we will all miss Henry. Uma and Lacey say he is fun sometimes when a brave adventurer is needed, when someone needs to taste the new food to see if it is really food. The people say they will miss Henry’s defiant cocked-head stare and his morning practice of teenage crowing, complete with wing flapping emphasis and looks of pride mixed with uncertainty. Being a teen is difficult no matter who or what you are.