Late Arrivals.

Posted on | October 15, 2011 | 2 Comments

Animals are supposed to know what season is best to rear their young. Some kind of biological clock that tells them when the days are getting longer, the sun is getting warmer, and there is an abundant feed supply. Apparently, the animals around here have lost their watches. Oh sure, the goats can blame me for this year’s late deliveries because I am the Gate Keeper to the buck pen. Although, the Gate Keeper’s authority only barely exceeds that of the the Fence Jumper:

and the Fence Going Underer:

But the poultry and water fowl have only themselves to blame.

I told Blackbeard she was on her own with these new arrivals.

It was just a coincidence that she happened to be in the pasture pen giving them a drink from the automatic waterer and I just happened to close the door. I wasn’t trying to separate them so she could give them a few days to eat and drink in peace from the rest of the flock.

And this guinea is crazy if she thinks I am going to help out with 12 keets born in October. It was just an accident when that food spilled out of the scoop in the back corner of the chicken pen where only she and her crew would find it.

I refused to even help Rebecca get her brood out of this planter on the deck. After all, I still had hard feelings about how she smashed down my petunias to set there.

Until I got a glimpse of those cute little things. Oh, the colors! Do you see the adorable little gray one?!

It was right to the brooder room with those cuties and their momma. Heat lamp, fresh hay to snuggle in, free access food…..sigh. I guess this is why it happens. They don’t need a biological clock. They have me. And they know I am a sucker for mommas and babies. But I’ll tell you one thing. If these guys think I’m going to heat the water in the fountain on the deck for a bunch of tadpoles, they’ve got another thing coming. I mean, tadpoles in October! C’mon. Sometimes it just comes down to survival of those born in the spring time.

Now if I could just find The Other Half to help me to push that fountain into full sun…

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2 Responses to “Late Arrivals.”

Sandybee
October 17th, 2011 @ 8:19 pm

Your storytelling is simply wonderful. I laugh out loud every time.
Stephanie
November 8th, 2011 @ 8:15 pm

So cute!! Our hens keep trying to set, but I discourage it, I’m not as accomodating as you are! 🙂 But if that stray cat is holding like I think she is…I guess there could be a vacancy in the garage this winter!

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