Unrelenting Life…

So it’s been a busy and–as always–interesting day here at Morganic Farm.

I have moved some livestock today.  Along with a male piglet and a down payment on two female piglets and two doe goats–I said goodbye to Lavender and her beautiful, sweet daughter today.  Lavender–and Flora–who leaves Tuesday evening–were the daughters of the greatest goat we ever had–Annie.  The thing about Lavender was that she looked a lot like Annie (she had those little Lamancha nubbin ears) and she had likely the sweetest disposition (with Flora running a close second) of any of our goats ever.  I am thankful that she is going to a good home and left with her daughter–so she has close companionship as she explores a sizable property not too far from where we are.  But I  do and will miss her all the same.

I was doing the chickens tonight–kinda late–as people seemed to be coming and going all day today–and suddenly the piercing chirps of newborn chicks hit a certain depth in my brain and to cause me to pause and look around.  Sure enough, on the slope down north from the hoophouse, there were about eight black baby chicks scattering about with those cartoonish legs that you can’t really even see and chirping like crazy.  If you’ve ever gone to the post office after 7am after “getting THE call” you know the sound.  So I kept a watchful eye on them, kind of half monitoring them, and maybe more scanning the landscape for their mama.  Usually when chicks are born outside like this they make these incessant calls and their mama stays close and keeps a good eye on them.  No one was even near them.  As they scattered, sampling every hen and rooster–and even me–as their mama–with none of us owning up to it–they reclined into pairs and just kind of hung out, like jobless men in the 30’s smoking cigarettes, huddled around a burn barrel in a vacant lot.  If I left them out they would die–from exposure if not gobbled up by a weasel, fox, coyote, or even one of our barn cats–Thief or Shadow.  So I finished the layers and went a got a five-gallon bucket, gathered them up, and brought them up to the barn.  I kinda loathed it–having so much to do and knowing so much would be undone from today as my head hit my pillow later tonight–but just shrugged it off as, well, here are these chicks, they need heat, water and food–in that order–and it looks like no one is gonna do it but me–AND I get four free replacement hens if they all make it. 🙂

So here they are–and how they will spend the next few weeks at most:

 

Sleep well chicks.  And welcome to my world.

Stuart