I have something to confess to you.
I don't work on Thursdays...
at least no farm work.
Thursdays are my day off for the week.
One day to rest the hands and feet makes
me stronger for the other six days of farm chores.
I am lucky to have our friends and neighbors,
Jim and Kathy to help with Thursday chores.
I feel like a queen on Thursdays.
I stay in bed just a little longer,
I have time to run errands,
or get together with friends.
(Thank you Hubbs for insisting on this.)
It is hard, though, to not at least visit the animals on Thursday.
So, yesterday afternoon I bundled up Hickory and took the
rest of the crew out for a walk.
We headed out to the barn....
Oakley, of course, making a perimeter check through the woods.
We had a brief chat with the roos...
they are enjoying life in the front yard of the farm house.
(They don't even know that there are 80 hens just a
short way down the lane...nor do they seem to care!)
We stopped to check on the Bigs.
(Sam, of course tried to engage them in a game of chase.)
Who were looking for treats.
Sorry guys, we just walked through the orchard,
and the remaining apples have rotted.
No treats this time.
I am amazed how quickly autumn has turned to winter.
The days are shorter and shorter.
The length of days has not seemed to affect egg production, however.
Now that moulting is finished, we are back up to a decent number
of eggs per day.
Of course the favorite time of day for the hens,
is when their gate is opened and they go out to free range.
They anxiously await...
and come pouring out as soon as the gate is opened,
some heading for the pasture,
some for the goat pens,
and some to the manure pile....
but all in search of tasty treats!
Thanks, Jim, for the days off....and time to leisurely
enjoy the critters!