Cold and sunny. Fed goats more honey locust pods. Forage of the future? Mae and Althea are back. Have to stop jacking around, start lumberjacking around pretty soon. 13 eggs.
Cold cold cold. Windy. Chickens are breaking out of their lethargy. Donkey is pretty energetic at times, too, tearing around the barnyard, kicking and braying, out of boredom I think. Hat Head, after a few nights of being shat on by chickens has finally come up to the house to be nearer her anatine companions. 12 eggs, a couple of them frozen.
Fucking cold. Woke up to the sound of hunting dogs approaching the barn. I ran down the hill with my rifle (the big one, just in case) and confronted the owner, who says they were in pursuit of a coyote and ran out of bounds. He was very respectful and apologetic, unlike the similar incident last year. The difference? I was armed. Poultry feed keeps freezing. Goats and donkey are tearing through the hay. Very flatulent. Very satisfying to watch the fertility factory. Deep litter management is creating quite a bit of warmth in the barn. Still I hung a curtain over the barn door for extra windblock. 11 eggs.
The prodigal cockerel has returned. Would name him Lucky, except we’re gonna eat him. Pretty cold. Hat Head, the duck, is alone among the chickens and goats instead of huddling with the other ducks. She seems lonely. Perhaps she’s going crazy, the way some yearling animals seem to when they experience winter for the first time. A bit of snow. 12 chicken eggs, 1 duck egg.
Juncos and cardinals flitting about on bare branches and standing blades of indian grass. Chickens and ducks a bit more active today. Winds were calm. Rode my bike to town, but the cables were frozen. Gonna have to bring it inside to thaw. One of Babushka’s babies is missing. Hope it fed something that needed sustenance and didn’t just freeze to death somewhere I can’t find. A bit more snow in the afternoon. 12 eggs.