right now :: spring peeps

This morning, the call from the post office came informing us that our chicks had arrived. Well, Ira’s chicks that is. And when Ira heard Eric tell our postman that we’d be there soon, Ira let out such an excited whoop that Eric couldn’t hear what other instructions were being given from the other end of the line.IMGP0669Ira is a chicken fanatic. He often claims to be “part-chicken”. (If you get a good look at his feet, you might tend to agree…) He loves all of the fancy breeds, contrary to his parents that prefer hens that actually lay nice eggs and severely limit the number of roosters. But I suppose that style of contrariness can be tolerated. Best not complain. Eric and I do our best to support his endeavors, but he asks nothing of us financially. He saves all of his own money from market (and selling his possessions to his sisters) to purchase his birds and all of his feed. We do try to help him understand that there is such a thing as too many roosters, and we certainly put a limit on where all of those roosters get housed (like no where near the cabin!!!)IMGP0684And now that Ira has his chicks in the brooder in the greenhouse, he is mightily devoted to keeping the woodstove in that space nice and toasty… which the peppers and tomatoes love. Eric and I love that, too, because it’s one less chore for us…

Ira had the greenhouse so steamy that my camera lens fogged up...

Ira had the greenhouse so steamy that my camera lens fogged up…

Anyhow, Ira is in chicken heaven right now… wouldn’t you agree?IMGP0683

right now :: mixing well

It’s still working.

hitchersThe momma hen continues to brood her little alien chicks.  She even adopted two new ones, bigger ones, hatched over at Bugtussle.  The photos aren’t perfect through the screen coop, but I hope you can see that the chicks are riding on Bonnet’s back.  It’s something I’ve mostly seen turkey chicks do, but the biddies seem to have caught on and are enjoying their big mother’s broad shoulders.hitchers2


I have a heart for mother birds.  All that patience.  So much risk.

That’s why I’m thankful today that our turkey hen (named Bonnet) managed to hatch a small brood.chick1

Her last batch of eggs was stolen by a hungry raccoon the day before they were to hatch.

Then her long time mate, Rainboy, was lost to a dog.

She weathered a rough spring, but even with no eggs, she didn’t stop sitting on the nest.

So we popped a few chicken eggs under her, and now, 21 days later…

bonnet and chickwe have chicken hatchlings who may grow up talkingTurkey!