A fantastic post Sandra. I passed the post to Susan as soon as I saw the photo of Liz, Lola and Ida. It was a couple of minutes before she passed my iPad back to me with a look on her face and I knew! I knew it was not a happy ending but, then again, you have Lizz to remember forever, like I remember Henny Penny and Darkie from my childhood days. I could not go out into the garden without them following and waiting for me outside the scullery door if they had been let out of their chicken run. They all look beautiful and your description of the day and the picnic made me feel as if I was there. A great piece of writing and, like Susan in comments before me, we would love to know more about your rat birth control bars, as we have a family of rats living in our rockery which we would like to see ‘relocated’ instead of killed. A story I told some time ago which, maybe, I should tell again. A lovely photo that, seeing my Susan’s face, made me think immediately of John Berger’s ‘Ways of Seeing’ and his essay on photography. Maybe the best yet, up there with some of your memorable ‘life’ stories. ❤️🐰Robert.
I lost both my elderly Barred Rocks--Roxie and Moxie--last fall, within 3 days of one another, a couple of weeks *before* avian flu was announced in the county south of us. No idea if it was flu or not, but it does seem sadly coincidental. I still miss them. First time I've been without chickens since 2005, when we built the "new" coop. Decided against baby chicks--just too much work for somebody (me) with a bad back.
We need that story about the rat birth control bars, Sandra! Please reveal all!
So sorry that you lost one of your sweet hens, Sandra. Love the picture of the girls at their water bowl. No worries on being late to post with all you have going on. The picnic and rehearsal sounded like very good times indeed. I have an outside kitty who was a stray for many years. I think she is about 8-9 years old now. Her name is Cleo but it should be Autumn with her pretty long hair coat in those colors of yellow-gold, orange and dark brown. Though she is quite friendly to me, she will not come into the house. Absolutely panics at the thought. Happily she will now stay in the garage over-night and even waits for me to close her in after feeding. This helps me sleep at night and also gets me up early to let her out in the morning. Life regulated by a cat ... that's been a regular part of my life!
A fantastic post Sandra. I passed the post to Susan as soon as I saw the photo of Liz, Lola and Ida. It was a couple of minutes before she passed my iPad back to me with a look on her face and I knew! I knew it was not a happy ending but, then again, you have Lizz to remember forever, like I remember Henny Penny and Darkie from my childhood days. I could not go out into the garden without them following and waiting for me outside the scullery door if they had been let out of their chicken run. They all look beautiful and your description of the day and the picnic made me feel as if I was there. A great piece of writing and, like Susan in comments before me, we would love to know more about your rat birth control bars, as we have a family of rats living in our rockery which we would like to see ‘relocated’ instead of killed. A story I told some time ago which, maybe, I should tell again. A lovely photo that, seeing my Susan’s face, made me think immediately of John Berger’s ‘Ways of Seeing’ and his essay on photography. Maybe the best yet, up there with some of your memorable ‘life’ stories. ❤️🐰Robert.
Thank you so much Robert. I will share the rat bar story soon.
I lost both my elderly Barred Rocks--Roxie and Moxie--last fall, within 3 days of one another, a couple of weeks *before* avian flu was announced in the county south of us. No idea if it was flu or not, but it does seem sadly coincidental. I still miss them. First time I've been without chickens since 2005, when we built the "new" coop. Decided against baby chicks--just too much work for somebody (me) with a bad back.
We need that story about the rat birth control bars, Sandra! Please reveal all!
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So sorry that you lost one of your sweet hens, Sandra. Love the picture of the girls at their water bowl. No worries on being late to post with all you have going on. The picnic and rehearsal sounded like very good times indeed. I have an outside kitty who was a stray for many years. I think she is about 8-9 years old now. Her name is Cleo but it should be Autumn with her pretty long hair coat in those colors of yellow-gold, orange and dark brown. Though she is quite friendly to me, she will not come into the house. Absolutely panics at the thought. Happily she will now stay in the garage over-night and even waits for me to close her in after feeding. This helps me sleep at night and also gets me up early to let her out in the morning. Life regulated by a cat ... that's been a regular part of my life!
Thank you for the story of your Cleo/Autumn. I'm so glad she's letting you shut her in the garage at night to keep her safe.