I've spoken before about how much of what we do, here on the farm, involves the moving of animals from their yards to pastures and back again.
Each morning we shuffle everyone around to the day's designated grazing area.
The chickens, ducks, turkeys, and guineas are given free range for the day. Luckily, they all return to their respective roosts for the night time.
We have begun the in-and-out training with the ducklings (almost too big to be called that) as well. Each morning, we open the little door that leads from their house to their yard. Because they are now somewhat terrified of us (it was bound to happen... honestly, I think it is their only evolutionary protective behavior.) "Run away! Run away!" is the mantra of these flightless birds with their hands in their pockets and their pants around their knees. Imagine trying to run with legs that are about an eighth as long as your body.... a highly in-efficient and awkward way to get around.
Yesterday, for the first time, when we went in to change their water, they scooted right through their little door and out into their yard.... all by themselves! Oh, the things that make a mother proud.
Getting back in, at the end of the day is another matter, however.
Hubbs gently lifts #1 in...
Number 2 runs for his life and dives through the hole (not pretty, but effective)...
Then #3 runs circles around the yard, frantically trying to hide in every corner... even though he just witnessed the other two entering through the little door. So, Hubbs gently helps him into the house.
All three are safely tucked in for the night. Any bets on whether we make any advancements tomorrow? Probably not. But, we'll keep trying!
Last evening, Hubbs built a new ramp for these ducks. It's wider and longer, so it will not be steep for them. He covered it with shingles so they can easily get traction. Have I ever told you that this man is my hero? He is!! He always tries to make the animals' lives as good as they can possibly be. He makes my life the same!
Well, we've already established that I love everything October. Well, almost everything. Apparently, Chester is not a fan of this one thing, either. Yesterday morning as we did chores with the sound of gunfire in the distance, Chester decided to take cover in the gator with Sam and me. Yes, hunting season has begun. It's hard to feel the usual serenity that this place brings with the sound of gunfire in the surrounding area.
He's a sensitive little chap... and definitely not a hunting dog.
We are currently experiencing peak color for fall foliage in this part of the country. I snapped this photo yesterday on my way to having our car serviced. It was a beautiful day.
The odd thing is... we seem to have a little micro-climate right in this area. It's not unusual for us to have much colder temperatures than the surrounding area. It's really strange and I have no explanation for why this occurs. It just does. (Yet another unsolved mystery of life.)
Tomorrow I will be posting another Friday Food For Thought. I hope you stop by to check it out. I love our Friday discussions.
Have a wonderful day... sending hugs from the farm!