As you all learned on Meet My Friends Monday there are some new chicks running around the yurt. Well, they are not really running around the yurt - they are living in a box in the yurt.
In one of OUR goat coats!
Harumph!
The little chicks are growing and stinking up the place doing just fine according to the publicist. They now don't need to cuddle up IN the goat coat, they just sleep and poop endlessly ON the goat coat.
The publicist is very thankful for the "sanitary wash" cycle of her washer.
But she and I digress.
This is Farm Cat Friday so I need to be maaaaing about the Farm cats.
Specifically Harry the Farm Cat.
Hunter extraordinaire!
He knows there is prey in his house.
He is no dummy cat!
He jumped right up on the woodstove to investigate all of that peeping.
He was SHOCKED to find dinner in a box in his house.
REALLY, publicist.
REALLY?!
You bring me live dinner into the house and you won't let me near it.
This is not to be borne!
I will drool watch over these chicks for you and make sure the other Farm cats don't get them.
That's it!
That's what I am doing, meows Harry.
Don't worry little chickens, you are safe with me.
I am not a cat that counts my nuggets chickens before they are fried hatched.
This is a new kind of Meet My Friends Monday.
And I am not completely sure these are my friends....they will eventually live in my goat pen but they will also steal my grain and poop in my water bucket so I don't know if that makes them FRIENDS or not.
I think not.
But the publicist says I have to tell this story and she IS my friend so here goes:
The male person went out to get the mail and he heard this peeping sound.
There should not be peeping on the Farm
We have no peeping birds!
Then he saw this
A hen with six chicks!
She must have hid away and sat on eggs!
Silly chicken!
He went to get the publicist to gather up the chicks. They could not stay "in the wild" because there are too many things that could eat them.
Mostly Harry the Farm cat.
So they started to try and catch the chicks.
It was very funny.
The mother hen led them hither and yon with the male person and publicist chasing after them. We goats were snickering but don't tell them, OK?
But finally they managed to catch the six chicks and put them in a cooler. They decided to keep them in a big box in the yurt until they are big enough to go outside.
They are very tiny right now they are only two days old.
OK - I admit it, they ARE cute.
They were a bit cold and they were missing their mamma. But the mamma hen could NOT live in the yurt so the publicist came up with a very smart idea.
The male person laughed at her at first but.....
Goat coats are NOT just for goats apparently.
They keep little chicks warm and remind them of sitting under their mammas.
As soon as they got in their they quieted down and went to sleep.
The publicist found them in the sleeve in the morning.
Silly chicks!
They are doing just fine now. They are eating and drinking and making lots and lots and LOTS of peeping noises.
So I hope you are happy to meet the very first chicks born on the Farm.
As you saw yesterday the new chicks have arrived.
InspectorCat Harry was giving them the once over.
That or he was thinking of dinner.
We will never know, will we?
The male person had their little brooder all set for them and he put them in one by one making sure to give them a drink of water first. They had a long ride in their box and they were very thirsty.
Not to mention hungry. They took to their feeder like goats to apples.
heh
Just like every other year their is an "exotic" chicken in the bunch.
Since it is so little the publicist and male person have to guess what kind it is.
Their best guess is an Araucana. These are chickens known for laying "Easter eggs" or eggs that have blue and green tints to the shells.
But most likely this little one is a rooster and will just make a lot of noise.
And attack me.
I do not like being attacked by roosters.
Well, that is a long way off - for now they are just cute little fluffballs.
I hope they enjoy their peephood.
