06/07/2019
I love the rhythm of this little farm. The roosters signaling the sunrise, the goats bleating for breakfast, the seagulls and ducks swooping in for the inevitable scraps they will steal from the chickens. Now Esther the duck not only gets her duck waterfowl food, but every duck in the neighborhood does too. Soon the wild baby ducklings will arrive, I hope so anyway. Momma ducks are nesting now and hopefully they’ll guide them under the fence somehow. They’ll be safer in it than outside of it. Last year no babies survived. Better luck this year. The goats are great at intimidating the fox and the mink that paid a visit never returned so A+ marks for predator control goaties! The critters spend the day foraging, playing, napping, dust bathing chickens, sun bathing goats and Esther alternating between swimming and sunning. Each has their own routine. As the sun begins to set the calls for dinner begin. The goats get to forage outside the fence while the chickens have dinner. I love that they all head to bed right after that. Roosting location is a serious business in the chicken’s world, lol. the last one in is the smallest, a little buff puffball silkie Bantam named Phyllis Diller, lol. Figures. Then it’s time to get the goats to bed which is easy with grain addicts. They would stay up and out all night if they had their druthers, lol. It’s sheer chaos at goat feeding time so I sneak out quickly. Phew. Coop locked up. Goat house locked up. Esther prefers the pond in fair weather so she and her wild boyfriends have dinner and head to the pond. She’ll camp out tonight. The bugs are out in droves but so are the peepers. This year I think I had more peepers than the pond across the street which is saying something! Another week or two and the fireflies will start to light the night. Just as I head in the small skunk that moved into a den that leads into the ledge pops his/her head out. So begins foraging for dinner. I leave a few dirty eggs I don’t feel like washing so it’s bound to get it’s protein, lol. Some nights it gets startled and that all too familiar scent becomes noticeable. Some nights no surprises. I settle in for dinner and TCM with Elton Pepper. Georgie decides whether to watch or head out to hunt depending on the weather. So goes the daily rhythm of Once Upon a Farm. Of course I left out the mucking, cleaning water buckets and other assorted unpleasant tasks which are all part of story. There’s never a dull moment here at this little farm by the sea.