Sometimes it takes a bit to figure out what is in a hen's head--besides that peanut sized brain. The Rhode Island Red has decided she gets more feed if she eats it straight out of my hand--not fighting for it on the ground. Two of the Barred Rocks still enjoy trying to eat my fingertips off instead of just pulling the grain from my palm, but Athena likes to eat straight out of my palm--close up. But at least she pecks very delicately. One of the Barred Rocks takes her beak, pecks my fingers, then pulls everything she can get from my palm onto the ground. Go figure. The Black-laced Wyandottes don't care where the feed is as long as the silly dogs don't run over them! Can't blame them. The dogs get so zoomy sometimes that it is plum dangerous. They hit me late in the day yesterday. Did not go down, but it scared me. Guess carrying my cane might help that situation just a bit. Maybe banging it on the ground would make them stay away from my legs.
The neighbors with puppies can't keep them in their yard. Don't think they are trying too hard. Eventually either the dogs will learn or they will get on the highway. Not a lot a person can do when others won't take responsibility for their critters. But both the pups are so cute. Don't need any extra ones over here, however.
Stood outside next to the fence and watched the hens grazing in the side lot on the east. It reminded me of how my grandfathers stood out and watched their cattle. Lot of difference there on the hoof as opposed to the claws! Granddad Pollard liked Herefords. Granddad Kennedy only had registered Black Angus. He was trying to mostly raise bulls to sell. Had some beauties.
Some dog treats came in the mail today. Two happy dogs. But they cannot have more than five a day. Pretty rich. They have a strong smell to them, too. Oh well. These two dogs are pretty spoiled.
Trying to get the hens interested in laying in the middle coop. Put an egg in two nests so that they would maybe get the idea. Put one in an unused nest in the big coop and sure enough, had another egg in there. BillyeRuth puts fake eggs in her nests. Have not tried that yet. Did put golf balls in a couple, however. The hens probably looked at them and thought, "RIGHT! Not happening!"
Looking forward to seeing Sharon and Jim Dickerson either Sunday or Monday of this next week. It is probably a good thing that they don't live any closer. We two women could get up to all kinds of mischief!
Have been waking up before 6:30 every morning and wishing the day did not have to start so soon. This morning just opened up the hen house, came back in, crawled back in bed. Didn't stay long, but it felt good to just lie down and be still a little longer. The dogs were quite willing to snuggle up to me and just lie there, too. Getting older and lazier by the day.
This weather has been great. It is supposed to rain and get cooler Sunday, but the forecast does not call for freezing weather. Was reading a book today that talked about the wind and cold ice storms in the mountains of southern France. It almost gave me a chill to just think about it! But remembering our trip to Paris, it is funny to me that someone speaking English was the most appealing part of the author's time spent in France. She wanted to learn to "hear" French, but could not understand the speech patterns that were so different from Parisian French. My teacher in high school said that it was not possible for me to learn to speak French because Texan did not come out the same way as French. It is funny now. Back then it boggled my mind. Could read and write French but could not understand the spoken words. It is a bit like listening to someone from California. They speak so quickly and carry sounds that we don't use here in Texas. Oh well. My hens and dogs understand me.
Don't really know anything worth sharing today. Well, except the cheese in the fridge is going to have to go somewhere else. It is called Borgonzola, and even Gonzo would not have enjoyed it unless a muppet could stand cheese that was purposely ripened with mold. The dogs said, "Uh, no." Not sure if the hens said anything or not. If a couple are dead in the morning, we will know that cheese and hens are a no no. Whew!
May you all realize how very blessed we are by God's protection and His mercy. You are loved.
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