Saturday, March 24, 2012
Big day, and a good dinner
The weather has been so warm here. Today it cooled off a bit, but a good day for playing in the dirt. I cleaned out two big raised boxes and one small one out at the farm (no pictures today. Hopefully tomorrow). No planting, just prepping. I might do some planting tomorrow, if I can still move ;). After hauling wet hay bales in a wagon, digging, hoeing, and some chicken shenanigans I am pretty sore and tired! I have a blister on the arch of my foot the size of an olive pit, but it is very deep. Wrong shoes, and loose socks. Somebody brought their dog to the farm and was not keeping an eye on it. It was chasing chickens, who ran into their pen. Eventually the dog got into the pen, and all the chickens ran OUT. And across the field, and into a hedge on the neighbours property. Now, when I say hedge....I am not talking about a row of bushes. I am taking about a thicket several feet wide, branches intertwined. There was a perfect little path in the very middle, just the right size for chickens to walk down. On one side was the yard, on the other the steep bank of a ditch. One of the others in the group and I took long sticks and managed to herd the chickens back down the path inside the hedge, and convince them to cross the field and go back home. Three of them did NOT want to go back at that moment. They LIKED the hedge. One was roosting up in the branches, and the other two were walking back and forth and mocking us. After much more poking and prodding into the hedge while dangling over the edge of the ditch, we were finally able to convince two of them out. The last hold out took more convincing, but I think it realized it was alone, and chickens don't like to be alone. She walked right out of the hedge and into the waiting arms of my fellow chicken wrangler. She seemed happy to be carried back to the farm. Meanwhile, the little dog managed to actually catch a chicken. He was pulled off, and we were still over at the hedge. After we had them all back, the owner mentioned she "might have seen a chicken go under the trailer". We couldn't find her at first. Then I spotted her, wedged way in the wheel well. Scared to pieces, poor thing. We had to dismantle part of the barrier around the trailer to get her out, but I was able to pick her right up. I had to reach at a funny angle and managed to pop my arm out of joint for a minute. I HATE THAT. It was the chicken that had been caught by the dog. No damage, as far as we can tell except for losing a few feathers. Now, she did help us a bit. But she abandoned the job way before I would have, if it were my dog that caused the problem. Then proceeded to putter around doing her own thing while we got scratched up by hedges. Yes I am a little bitter LOL. By the time I got home I was starving. I filled corn tortillas with salsa and cheese, tossed in some chickpeas and added more cheese and salsa on top. Mixed up some guacamole type dip while my "enchiladas" were in the microwave (I know. But I was HUNGRY). Man oh man, that was some good eating! And I ate it all too, even though I made too much. Hopefully tomorrow, pics of the farm, the chickens, and a houseguest (dogsitting LOL).