This is the only kitten that survived. She has become quite a companion, when I do chores or roam through the grove trying to track our missing turkeys. The day after we lost our male turkey, the remaining five hens went missing. We figured they might’ve gone over to the neighbors again, like this last summer, because a sly fox couldn’t possibly have taken out five hens! So kitten accompanied me through our grove, and our neighbors property as we hunted for our turkeys, making gobbling calls with some “Here, turkey, turkey, turkey!” in between. Nothing.
The next day four of the five hens appeared unannounced as if nothing had happened and roosted in their regular spot on top of the grainery for the night. So I guess we lost one hen, but not all of them. At least not yet. I had been talking to a lady in Sioux Falls about operating a CSA (community supported agriculture) and they also have turkeys. We had a good laugh about how it’s necessary to wait until the fall to state how many turkeys you’ll have to sell for Thanksgiving, because its impossible to know how many you might lose. So, I guess its not just us.
Egg production is going great with our hens. We’re averaging 18-24 eggs a day and increasing. Yesterday when I went to collect eggs, almost every nest was occupied. I felt like I was Mary and Joseph and the innkeeper and just said, “Sorry, no vacancy.” The white hens give me the “angry cluck” when I walk in. They are easily aggravated, while the other hens will let me reach right underneath, the white ones “angry cluck” and peck at my hand, and cluck louder if I don’t leave them alone.
We put a golf ball in each nest so the hens lay in the nests instead of wherever they please. Usually we would let them outside since the weather has been in the 40’s, but since we saw the fox I’m too chicken to let them out. As I open the coop door, they coming running at me hoping they’ll be going for a run.
They spend a lot of time roosting until they can run around, fox free.
This is Grandma and Goliath. They are the leaders of the goat pack, and everyone is doing well.
I purchased a large bottle of vodka yesterday and a 1/2 pound of Tahitian vanilla beans online this morning. I’m making my own vanilla for all the baking I will be doing for the Farmer’s Market this summer. It’s just a matter of mixing the beans and vodka together and letting it steep for 3-6 mos. Easy and fun!
That’s our week on the farm! Oh, and I’m open to suggestions if anyone wants to name our kitten. I guess she deserves it after being the only one to survive!