Every spring, the number of creatures goes up on most farms. Ours is no exception…except, well, our numbers exploded this year, thanks to:
We took delivery of them on Tuesday night. I chatted with them in their box on the sideboard as we ate dinner, telling them all about the farmstead and neighborhood. After dining, we went outside and watched Tom place them in their new home.
We’ve also got a few baby turkeys. Not the 17 of last year’s first hatching, we’re content with four, maybe five. Queen Ruby has successfully raised five in the past; it seems about all the girl can take.
And as usual, it’s baby chick season. The spring has been so cold that all four of our sitting hens lost their eggs so I supplemented their mothering need by giving them meat and egg chicks from the feed store. They don’t care. Babies is babies.
There are also bunnies. Ugh, bunnies.
And we’re expecting one, or maybe two, kids to be born toward the end of the month. I’m getting a half gallon daily from Bell, but it would be great to squeak out another half gallon from Cricket…is that being greedy, counting-unhatched-chickens-wise? Time will tell.