Question of the day: Why did the chicken make the funny noise when it breathed? No really. Why? One of our hens seems to have gotten into something that caught in its throat so now everytime it breathes, it wheezes, or rather, clucks...It's hard to explain but it is certainly strange. I've felt up and down the windpipe and hung it upside down, but the poor lady just keeps wheeze-clucking away. And the other mean old hens apparently have no tolerance for it. Even the internet, full of overzealous, crazy chicken owners doesn't have anything to offer me. Advice?
Everytime I go out to see the cow I say, "I'm worried about Rosie." And Mark everytime says, "Well, get the vet or your brother or somebody if you're so worried." And she's still producing milk and eating and seemingly happy, but I don't feel like she looks so good. She's a jersey so she's supposed to be a bag of bones, but she's not shiny like she used to be. And I know it's spring and cows shed their winter coat, but she's REALLY shedding, in big clumps. I think the culprit is probably that big calf, Poppy beside her that is really too big to still be in with her since we're milking her. Thoughts from the cattle owners out there?
Brown gold: the compost pile waiting to be spread this week.
Apparently the extra fun part of spreading the compost- the adventure of getting back the lane each time.
Thayne is finally big enough to enjoy his jolly jumper and excersaucer and his older siblings are enjoying being able to 'play' with him now. This last shot shows the fruits of their labour and was quickly followed by a scattering of kids yelling, "Thayne PUKED!!!" It never gets old apparently.
It didn't bother my happy-go-lucky guy any though. Growing up so fast.
In an effort to create a more...er...harmonious marriage, I got a laptop so Mark could use the computer all he wanted. I'm still figuring it all out and it's taking up preciousposting time, so bear with me!
Hope this finds you ordering a few seeds for a garden, maybe even watering some starter plants. (I've finally admitted defeat with this sunless house and have given up trying to start plants and am looking forward to buying my tomatoes and peppers from Jen Campbell this year. Ah, but with the promise of snow tomorrow, spring is not REALLY here yet is it? You can always be sure that the day after Mark drops off his snowblowing bills for the year, some snow comes along for a laugh.)