We are having a bit of an egg situation around here these days. How different things are from the days when we would gather 2 dozen eggs a day. Now, we are lucky if we get a half dozen, with most days being a measly 3 or 4 chicken eggs.
Perhaps the girls are on strike since their lockdown. (They are still sequestered in their yard until the foxes are finished teaching their kits to hunt.)
As for the runner ducks - they quite like the new hay in their yard. So much so, that they save their egg laying for soft hay nests. The ducks have become our most reliable layers... giving us 4 or 5 eggs daily.
And though they, too, remain on yard arrest for the time being, they seem content to pick through the hay in their yard. Eventually they, too, will be given their freedom... but not until it is safe!
Because willows are so hearty and fast and easy to grow, I took some cuttings and stuck them in potting soil to root. How do I know this will work? How do I know I will have four new trees to plant by the end of summer? Well, years ago I made a wattle fence in the garden out of what I though were dead willow branches. The branches in that fence put down the most hardy roots and turned into trees within a year. And none of those branches were buried in the soil - they were simply woven between upright bamboo posts. So, with these cuttings in moist potting soil, we'll have a few new trees in no time!
Yesterday was mowing day (again). When we were finished, I spent a little time in the front pasture with the pigs. They are both in need of hoof trimmings. Luckily, MaryAnn makes this task quite easy. She automatically lies down so that I can rub her belly - making nail trimming a piece of cake.
Especially when she has a cat to give her a massage!
Thanks, Moll... you are the perfect pig whisperer!
And now MaryAnn's toenails are well manicured.The front pasture is so lovely this spring - too lovely not to share. So, please excuse (and hopefully enjoy) the montage of daffodil photos...