Well, started the day and let the chickens out bright and early at.....7:30!!!!???? I rather dislike daylight savings time, as in HATE. Retired and in the country, time is superfluous. So why do I have, by last count, 10 clocks in the house, not to mention the ones on the phones and the computers? 6 in the kitchen alone. Oven, microwave, one on top of the microwave, one on the wall, and two on the counter. That's not so bad cause all of them have a different rate of speed so all tell a different time. +/- 10 minutes.
Oh well.
Miss broody number one, to her nest of wooden eggs under the holly tree, running and clucking the whole time. They do rather resemble dinosaurs when they run. I let the dogs out at the same time and Muskett seems to delight in taking a leak on the holly bush, co-incidentially, just where Miss broody one sits. I yell, he pees and she sits.
JW, in the mean time, is the second one out and waits at the bottom of the chicken ramp for his first mark of the day. As each chicken passes, he does his stomp dance until one stops to look. Boom. A feather floats to the ground.
I have started saving the loose feathers I find around in the yard. Maybe I'll find something artsy to do with them. That is, if I can get to them before the chickens. They seem to like to eat their fallen feathers. Yep, gobble them right down.
According to the almanac (my second bible), today and tomorrow are good for planting above ground crops, so I need to set rows for my sprouts of collards, cabbage and lettuce. First order of business is to ruck up the appropriate place in the garden so I can fertilize, lime, bury irrigation lines, hoe and plant. When I start up my tiller, all the chickens, minus 2, flock to the garden gate. They know tiller = bugs and worms, but as I already have peas coming up, they are now banished from the garden. Still they follow me up and down, outside the fence, during the whole process.
Well, all ready for the sprout planting. On my way to get the sprout tray, I notice about 10 feathers in a group on the lawn. OOOH. Rough Sex. I picked them up and put them in my stash.
Finally done, just in time to walk the dogs. Man, mine are killing me, but duty calls.
Well, during the walk, Muskett and Buddy manage to scare up 5 turkeys. I think, since we have early spring, they are mating now. Means no easy turkey for the hunters in April. Yay.
Ugh, Chickens are all in, at ......7:30!!!!!???? Hee Haw at 8 and then to bed. Thank God!
Bak Bak
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