The Winners:
Once we got the pullets familiarized with roosting in the bigger chicken tractor (since the meat birds are occupying their old one), we opened the doors and now they are roaming free on the pasture. Boy, are they ever happy. You can really tell a difference in the darker colored yolks now that they are able to forage more freely.
While I was harvesting some carrots and broccoli in the garden, I took a few pictures of Russ. I call him the "Chicken Whisperer." The pullets were following him around like an old friend.
Howdy neighbor! |
The Chicken Whisperer training his chickens |
As Tricia was milking Rosie the other morning, Rosie kept moving her legs uncomfortably. She normally stands still when we're milking. Upon closer inspection, she had a couple of cuts on her one of her teats. OUCH! How could this have happened? Well, as she started milking her, it became evident that someone had already gotten some of the milk... Maggie!?!? Yes, Maggie, even though she had the weaning clip (shown below) on, had figured out a way to turn her head in such a fashion that she could rob some of our milk. In doing so, the nose plate cut Rosie's teat. That big galoot - she is a year and a half old and should be weaned by now. So I took the nose clip out and deposited Maggie in the paddock with Stryker, the bull. We'll just have to move Maggie out when she's in heat. We treated Rosie's teat with some triple antibiotic ointment and it scabbed over. In two days it was completely healed.
Maggie Mae's weaning clip that cut Rosie's bag. |
Instead of putting her out of her misery, we began nursing on her, feeding her some of Rosie's milk and some rice. It has been a couple of days and she's standing up on her leg now and sort of hobbling around. (Maybe I'll get the chicken whisperer to make her some crutches.) Looks like she's getting better!
The chicken infirmary |
So now Maggie is in the paddock with Stryker so she can't get our milk. We have to keep track of her cycle so that we move her out when she's in heat. Rosie, who lost her baby in early November, is going back in heat as well, so we have to keep her away from Stryker too.
Out in the rain |
I like to leave on some good news, though. The cows are so funny. When I'm in the garden, they'll come begging by the garden fence for some goodies. "Hey, Mr. can you spare some change?" I took my pocketknife and pulled up about 7 or 8 turnips, cut them in chunks, and fed them to the poor old girls. First Rosie...
Look who'll turn up for turnips! |
Thank you, may I have another? |
Not so fast, my friend |
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