This beaver dam is in the creek that goes under the dip on our street. When I was walking to the gym last night they were filming the video associated with this article.
Be sure to look at the comments and read the letter from Pennsylvania.
So stay tuned for any updates. Save the beavers!
Friday, April 30, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
It's Raining in Boquete Panama
We have been in Boquete since Saturday afternoon. We finished at our language school in Panama City at 12:30 on Friday. Then we took a cab to the bus station and right away got on a bus for Santiago, in the Veraguas province. After at least a 3 hour bus ride, we arrived in Santiago which seemed like a bustling town. We spent the night at a silly hotel (La Hacienda). It was right on the InterAmerican Highway, so not close to downtown, which was sort of disappointing, as we might have enjoyed seeing a bit of the town. We were tired, however, and the hotel was pretty nice. They supposedly had Mexican food in the restaurant, so we ordered chile rellenos. They were midwestern housewife green peppers stuffed with hamburger. I sent mine back and they brought me one stuffed with cheese. Edible, but not a chile relleno! Good coffee in the morning, then a cab to the bus station to catch the bus to David. Different bus station than the one we arrived at the night before. We got out of the cab and hustled on to a smallish bus for a 3 hour trip to David. When we got there, right away we found the buses to Boquete - old refurbished school buses from the US. Another hour and we arrived in Boquete mid afternoon. We saw a sign on the side of the road for our hotel, so asked the bus driver to stop and let us out there. We only had to walk about a block.
Boquete is REALLY nice. We were surprised at how nice it is. It is not overrun with gringos - it appears they all live up on the hillsides somewhere and sort of keep to themselves. I need to take some photos of the downtown tomorrow morning - just realized I don't have any. Our hotel has beautiful grounds and a toucan who would not let me take his picture this morning.
Yesterday we did a great tour up over the mountain on dirt/gravel roads to the Bocas del Toro province and a cacao farm run by Ngobe indians. It was amazing. Maybe another post about that later.
Today, we left Boquete about 11:00 am and took a cab up the hill aways to a trail head to hike up to a waterfall. It was about a 2-3 mile hike up to the waterfall - took us a couple hours. It was an amazing misty cloudy day - probably typical cloud forest. It was just astoundingly beautiful. We had directions and a hand drawn map of where we were going. We thought we had come to the wrong place as the trail sort of ended in a pile of logs and rocks, but we kept going, picking our way over the rocks, and then all of a sudden saw the waterfall. I just tried uploading my photos to Picasa, but the internet connection is too slow.
Here is one. The photo doesn't do it justice. The waterfall was barely visible through the mist.
All day we could hear the illusive quetzal but never saw one.
When we were done with the hike we decided to walk the 9 kilometers back down the hill to Boquete. It also was wonderful. The road went past small farms and coffee plantations. It was a great hike - saw way more than we would have in a cab.
Then we went to Bistro Boquete for dinner and cervezas. It started raining while we were in the restaurant. Walked back to the hotel in light rain, and now sitting on our balcony playing with computers. Rained harder while sitting here. Now the frogs are singing. In the morning there are a zillion birds chirping and singing and flying around the yard here. Red ones, blue ones, yellow ones and hummingbirds. Hard to get photos.
Anyway, more posts later about the rest of the trip. Tomorrow afternoon we do a coffee tasting tour, going to three small plantations. Then Wednesday we go to Pedasi, down on the Azuero Peninusula, for 4 days. It will be a long bus riding day.
Boquete is REALLY nice. We were surprised at how nice it is. It is not overrun with gringos - it appears they all live up on the hillsides somewhere and sort of keep to themselves. I need to take some photos of the downtown tomorrow morning - just realized I don't have any. Our hotel has beautiful grounds and a toucan who would not let me take his picture this morning.
Yesterday we did a great tour up over the mountain on dirt/gravel roads to the Bocas del Toro province and a cacao farm run by Ngobe indians. It was amazing. Maybe another post about that later.
Today, we left Boquete about 11:00 am and took a cab up the hill aways to a trail head to hike up to a waterfall. It was about a 2-3 mile hike up to the waterfall - took us a couple hours. It was an amazing misty cloudy day - probably typical cloud forest. It was just astoundingly beautiful. We had directions and a hand drawn map of where we were going. We thought we had come to the wrong place as the trail sort of ended in a pile of logs and rocks, but we kept going, picking our way over the rocks, and then all of a sudden saw the waterfall. I just tried uploading my photos to Picasa, but the internet connection is too slow.
All day we could hear the illusive quetzal but never saw one.
When we were done with the hike we decided to walk the 9 kilometers back down the hill to Boquete. It also was wonderful. The road went past small farms and coffee plantations. It was a great hike - saw way more than we would have in a cab. Then we went to Bistro Boquete for dinner and cervezas. It started raining while we were in the restaurant. Walked back to the hotel in light rain, and now sitting on our balcony playing with computers. Rained harder while sitting here. Now the frogs are singing. In the morning there are a zillion birds chirping and singing and flying around the yard here. Red ones, blue ones, yellow ones and hummingbirds. Hard to get photos.
Anyway, more posts later about the rest of the trip. Tomorrow afternoon we do a coffee tasting tour, going to three small plantations. Then Wednesday we go to Pedasi, down on the Azuero Peninusula, for 4 days. It will be a long bus riding day.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Baby Chickens and Coyote Worries
I don't know if I mentioned that James the rooster is a father. Neighbors had a broody hen, so they put 4 eggs under her, fertilized by James, of course. Then, 3 weeks later, 2 eggs hatched out and the little babies went running off, so mama chicken got off the nest to chase them, and meanwhile, the other 2 that hadn't quite hatched yet, died. So mama took good care of the 2 wild little things for 3 or 4 weeks, and then we moved them over to our house. This is because Sandy felt bad that we had ended up with only 2 hens and a crazy rooster. So she figured maybe we would get more hens this way.
We brought them home Saturday night, Sept. 12. We have an old rabbit cage, so we put them in that to keep them safe from the big chickens and cats and predators and stuff. We carried them in the cage into the chicken coop, and they slept in the cage all night. In the morning, we carried them out of the coop, still in the cage, and put the cage inside the bird-net covered cold frame, inside the chicken yard.
That evening, Sunday, we went for a walk, and got back about 10 minutes after chicken bedtime. Rich headed right over to the neighbors to fetch James (which we have to do every night), and I went out to put the babies in the coop. Only they weren't in the cold frame. Then I heard peeping. They were already in the coop. They had escaped from the cold frame and found there way into the coop.
The next day, Monday, we forgot about the cold frame and just locked them in the chicken yard. Rich was home from work, and went out early afternoon to check on them. They weren't there. They had escaped and were in the tomato patch. He found where they had escaped from and fixed it, and we fixed the cold frame and used it a few more days, but more and more it was apparent that they were just ready to be "free range chickens." Rich was working at home all last week, so it worked okay. This week he had to go back into the office, so we thought about leaving them locked in the chicken yard. The logistics of keeping them in and still figuring out a way for the big ones to get into the coop to lay their eggs was too complicated, so we just decided to let them roam. As Rich said, they are probably roosters anyway! So, Monday, Tuesday and today they have roamed free with no problems. The big ones have pretty much accepted them. And amazingly enough, James has started coming home on his own. For 2 or 3 nights Rich has gone over there and when James sees him he heads over here on his own. Tonight I went out at chicken bedtime and he was already in the coop without Rich having to go over there at all.
Then, we were in the kitchen getting dinner ready, and Daryl came over to tell us that Lena Fisher (across the street) had a coyote in her yard at 9:30 this morning. So now we're all freaked. Rich is going to stay home tomorrow. Lyda's have Larry the Llama, which helps probably, and the people behind us now have horses and at least one dog, which also helps. But it is quite freaky and now we are worried about the sheep and goats, as well as chickens.
Baby chicken photos - they are having a dirt bath in the bean patch:
And here they are hanging out with Victoria hoping for some grapes to fall on the ground:
And in their safe place in the garden:
I am calling them Thing 1 and Thing 2. They will get real names when they become hens or roosters. My guess is that Thing 1 is a hen and Thing 2 is a rooster. I think the reason James has started coming home on his own is that he knows at least one of them is a rooster and he is not willing to give up his territory. It isn't because of fatherly hormones.
They are so cute and so adventuresome, it will be hard to give one up if he is a rooster. Don't know what we will do....
And did I mention that they fly? The cat sort of chases them and they fly across the yard. At night, they fly up onto the roost and up to check out the windows in the coop. They fly way more than the others did or do.
We brought them home Saturday night, Sept. 12. We have an old rabbit cage, so we put them in that to keep them safe from the big chickens and cats and predators and stuff. We carried them in the cage into the chicken coop, and they slept in the cage all night. In the morning, we carried them out of the coop, still in the cage, and put the cage inside the bird-net covered cold frame, inside the chicken yard.
That evening, Sunday, we went for a walk, and got back about 10 minutes after chicken bedtime. Rich headed right over to the neighbors to fetch James (which we have to do every night), and I went out to put the babies in the coop. Only they weren't in the cold frame. Then I heard peeping. They were already in the coop. They had escaped from the cold frame and found there way into the coop.
The next day, Monday, we forgot about the cold frame and just locked them in the chicken yard. Rich was home from work, and went out early afternoon to check on them. They weren't there. They had escaped and were in the tomato patch. He found where they had escaped from and fixed it, and we fixed the cold frame and used it a few more days, but more and more it was apparent that they were just ready to be "free range chickens." Rich was working at home all last week, so it worked okay. This week he had to go back into the office, so we thought about leaving them locked in the chicken yard. The logistics of keeping them in and still figuring out a way for the big ones to get into the coop to lay their eggs was too complicated, so we just decided to let them roam. As Rich said, they are probably roosters anyway! So, Monday, Tuesday and today they have roamed free with no problems. The big ones have pretty much accepted them. And amazingly enough, James has started coming home on his own. For 2 or 3 nights Rich has gone over there and when James sees him he heads over here on his own. Tonight I went out at chicken bedtime and he was already in the coop without Rich having to go over there at all.
Then, we were in the kitchen getting dinner ready, and Daryl came over to tell us that Lena Fisher (across the street) had a coyote in her yard at 9:30 this morning. So now we're all freaked. Rich is going to stay home tomorrow. Lyda's have Larry the Llama, which helps probably, and the people behind us now have horses and at least one dog, which also helps. But it is quite freaky and now we are worried about the sheep and goats, as well as chickens.
Baby chicken photos - they are having a dirt bath in the bean patch:
And here they are hanging out with Victoria hoping for some grapes to fall on the ground:And in their safe place in the garden:
I am calling them Thing 1 and Thing 2. They will get real names when they become hens or roosters. My guess is that Thing 1 is a hen and Thing 2 is a rooster. I think the reason James has started coming home on his own is that he knows at least one of them is a rooster and he is not willing to give up his territory. It isn't because of fatherly hormones. They are so cute and so adventuresome, it will be hard to give one up if he is a rooster. Don't know what we will do....
And did I mention that they fly? The cat sort of chases them and they fly across the yard. At night, they fly up onto the roost and up to check out the windows in the coop. They fly way more than the others did or do.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Happy Birthday to Me
My birthday is tomorrow. 61. Remember when we thought 30 was old???
Rich and I saw Julie and Julia friday night. It inspired me to do my blog more. Then I was trying to think of something I could write about, and I thought it would be fun to try to go to every restaurant in Yamhill County and write a review. You know, sort of like cooking every recipe in Julia Child's cookbook, but not quite so hard. Although going to some of the restaurants would be hard. Haven't decided all the rules yet. Like I know fast food is out, but how about all the little dives? But who knows, we might discover something wonderful. But there are lots of restaurants to eat our way through before we have to decide about the dives. Although I wouldn't want to save them all for last. Hmm.
So last night Sue offered to take Rich and me out for my birthday. I have been driving past this hideous building in Dundee for about a year now as they built it, too close to the road, and then that awful ugly style with fake looking stone and wood and you can't tell if they are going for the italian villa look or english tudor. All mixed up. And this one seems especially ugly. Everytime I drive by it I notice it and feel almost offended at it's ugliness. A realtor office opened at one end of it, and it looks like a bank is opening at the other end. I figured it must have been the realtors that built it. Then, maybe a month or so ago, a little sandwich board sign appeared on the sidewalk in front of it, announcing the Farm to Fork restaurant and the Red Hills Inn. Intriguing. So I looked them up on the internet. Even more intriguing. So I suggested to Sue that we go there.
The wine list is fantastic. We had the 2005 Domaine Trouvere Dundee Hills Pinot Noir. Fabulous. Tannic and fruity. I had this wonderful little dungeoness crab stuffed home made pasta thing. With buerre blanc. Rich had the duck, and he wants to go back every day for a year and have duck. And Sue had melt in your mouth scallops. The salads were delicious as well. And the desser
ts.
I had the Espresso Soaked Vanilla Bean Cake. More like a cake/pudding. Yum. I wanted to lick the plate. Rich had the Vanilla Bean-Mascarpone Cheesecake, and Sue had the Raspberry Napoleon “Dynamite”. What can I say? This place is going to be hot. It doesn't even matter anymore that the building is so ugly. They don't take reservations for parties of less than 6 unless you're staying at the hotel. They told us when we called that there would be no problem getting in at 6:30 or so. We got there at about 6:15 and were the last ones to get seated. They do have a wine bar also, so I suppose if you had to wait for a table you could sit and drink wine. But it is a leisurely dining experience, so you might have to drink lots of wine. My recommendation is to get there early. I'm going to want to go back there before I go to all the other restaurants in Yamhill County.
Sue told me that Hope went to Amherst with Julie Powell. They were friends, even.
Today we did the usual working in the yard attempting to make a small dent in the amount of work that needs doing. Then we went kayaking. First time this year that we have used our kayaks. We put in at the dock in Champoeg,
kayaked down to Buttville, and back. The dock at Champoeg is very high off the water and it was really hard for me to get in. Rich had to have his boat outside my boat and stabilize me. I couldn't reach down far enough to get a good grip to balance myself. Then, when we got back, getting out was not even possible. I had to go over to the muddy bank and get out there. Fortunately there was sort of a worn trail so I could climb up to the dock ramp. Steep and muddy, but possible! I had to toss my rope up to Rich so he could pull the boat over to the dock and get out. A nice paddle though, but lots of power boats. Everyone was out skiing and tubing.
Rich and I saw Julie and Julia friday night. It inspired me to do my blog more. Then I was trying to think of something I could write about, and I thought it would be fun to try to go to every restaurant in Yamhill County and write a review. You know, sort of like cooking every recipe in Julia Child's cookbook, but not quite so hard. Although going to some of the restaurants would be hard. Haven't decided all the rules yet. Like I know fast food is out, but how about all the little dives? But who knows, we might discover something wonderful. But there are lots of restaurants to eat our way through before we have to decide about the dives. Although I wouldn't want to save them all for last. Hmm.
So last night Sue offered to take Rich and me out for my birthday. I have been driving past this hideous building in Dundee for about a year now as they built it, too close to the road, and then that awful ugly style with fake looking stone and wood and you can't tell if they are going for the italian villa look or english tudor. All mixed up. And this one seems especially ugly. Everytime I drive by it I notice it and feel almost offended at it's ugliness. A realtor office opened at one end of it, and it looks like a bank is opening at the other end. I figured it must have been the realtors that built it. Then, maybe a month or so ago, a little sandwich board sign appeared on the sidewalk in front of it, announcing the Farm to Fork restaurant and the Red Hills Inn. Intriguing. So I looked them up on the internet. Even more intriguing. So I suggested to Sue that we go there.
The wine list is fantastic. We had the 2005 Domaine Trouvere Dundee Hills Pinot Noir. Fabulous. Tannic and fruity. I had this wonderful little dungeoness crab stuffed home made pasta thing. With buerre blanc. Rich had the duck, and he wants to go back every day for a year and have duck. And Sue had melt in your mouth scallops. The salads were delicious as well. And the desser
ts.I had the Espresso Soaked Vanilla Bean Cake. More like a cake/pudding. Yum. I wanted to lick the plate. Rich had the Vanilla Bean-Mascarpone Cheesecake, and Sue had the Raspberry Napoleon “Dynamite”. What can I say? This place is going to be hot. It doesn't even matter anymore that the building is so ugly. They don't take reservations for parties of less than 6 unless you're staying at the hotel. They told us when we called that there would be no problem getting in at 6:30 or so. We got there at about 6:15 and were the last ones to get seated. They do have a wine bar also, so I suppose if you had to wait for a table you could sit and drink wine. But it is a leisurely dining experience, so you might have to drink lots of wine. My recommendation is to get there early. I'm going to want to go back there before I go to all the other restaurants in Yamhill County.
Sue told me that Hope went to Amherst with Julie Powell. They were friends, even.
Today we did the usual working in the yard attempting to make a small dent in the amount of work that needs doing. Then we went kayaking. First time this year that we have used our kayaks. We put in at the dock in Champoeg,
kayaked down to Buttville, and back. The dock at Champoeg is very high off the water and it was really hard for me to get in. Rich had to have his boat outside my boat and stabilize me. I couldn't reach down far enough to get a good grip to balance myself. Then, when we got back, getting out was not even possible. I had to go over to the muddy bank and get out there. Fortunately there was sort of a worn trail so I could climb up to the dock ramp. Steep and muddy, but possible! I had to toss my rope up to Rich so he could pull the boat over to the dock and get out. A nice paddle though, but lots of power boats. Everyone was out skiing and tubing.
Busy times in Newberg!
Just to catch up!
Newberg Old Fashioned Festival was a couple weeks ago. We didn't go to the parade of course, but we were thinking about going to the fireworks. Then Alan, across the street, told us his band was playing, so we decided to walk down to the park to hear the music and then go to the fireworks. We ended up sitting next to our neighbor Emil and his son, and in the row behind Alan's whole family - brother, sister, grand kids, et al.
I tried to get a good picture, but Alan is the drummer and he was way in the back, and the guitar guy kept stepping in front of him. You can sort of see in these photos...
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Last weekend, Kaylee came to visit us. We went to Champoeg to the Saturday Living History event. They have these every weekend in the summer. This one was Grain Harvest Day. Wheat and corn. The kids got to grind the wheat into flour and the corn into cornmeal. Then there was a churning demonstration, and to top it all off, they baked fresh cornbread in a dutch oven over a fire and we got to sample it with fresh churned butter.
Here's Kaylee grinding flour:
Then we went for a hike, about 3 miles each way, to Butteville, for ice cream at the famous Butteville Store. Kaylee says next time we have to ride bikes!
Newberg Old Fashioned Festival was a couple weeks ago. We didn't go to the parade of course, but we were thinking about going to the fireworks. Then Alan, across the street, told us his band was playing, so we decided to walk down to the park to hear the music and then go to the fireworks. We ended up sitting next to our neighbor Emil and his son, and in the row behind Alan's whole family - brother, sister, grand kids, et al.
I tried to get a good picture, but Alan is the drummer and he was way in the back, and the guitar guy kept stepping in front of him. You can sort of see in these photos...
.Last weekend, Kaylee came to visit us. We went to Champoeg to the Saturday Living History event. They have these every weekend in the summer. This one was Grain Harvest Day. Wheat and corn. The kids got to grind the wheat into flour and the corn into cornmeal. Then there was a churning demonstration, and to top it all off, they baked fresh cornbread in a dutch oven over a fire and we got to sample it with fresh churned butter.
Here's Kaylee grinding flour:
Then we went for a hike, about 3 miles each way, to Butteville, for ice cream at the famous Butteville Store. Kaylee says next time we have to ride bikes!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Chicken Sadness
I was in Ashland last night. When Rich got home from work he couldn't find Elizabeth anywhere. When he was headed over to Lyda's to get James at bedtime, he saw a pile of red feathers in the yard next door. We think a hawk got her. She wasn't laying yet, so while the other 2 were in the nest, she was probably out wandering around by herself. She was so sweet. Makes me glad I was nice to her. After we got home from Scotland we were picking blueberries. She was hanging out with us, very quietly so she wouldn't have to let the others know where she was and share. Every time a blueberry dropped on the ground, she nailed it. I dropped a whole bunch on purpose for her.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Chickens
So at the time we left for Scotland, as you will recall, we had only recently discovered that we actually had 2 roosters, and only 3 hens. They were all pretty much full grown, but not fully mature. The roosters had only just begun to crow. They all hung out with each other all day in a little group. Henry was a really sweet rooster and would almost let us pet him.
While we were in Scotland, the roosters came of age. When Sarah and Shawn showed up on June 30, Henry charged them. He came up behind and pecked at them a few other times as well.
When we got to the Newark Airport, we had a voice mail from our neighbors, Jack and Sandy Lyda, the ones we got the chickens from in the first place. They said one of our roosters had found his way over there and wasn't leaving. So we called them and said we'd talk to them Monday evening.
When we got home, we learned that Henry had gotten so aggressive he essentially chased Jane James away. Jack was bringing him back over every night and putting him in our coop, but first thing in the morning he would run lickety split back over there. They have several hens, but they really didn't want a rooster, and quickly got rid of the few new chickens they kept that turned out to be roosters.
So, big dilemma. I didn't know what to do, as I really liked both of them. Before we left for Scotland they would come and crow at my window to wake me up. When I went out to the yard they came running, in a happy friendly way.
Now, Henry started coming up behind me and attacking. Okay, Henry, enough was enough. I put an ad on Craig's list and last Saturday morning gave him away to a very nice couple with a big farm and 6 hens. An email from them confirms he is happy and his new hens like him.
Big bad Henry before he went to his new home:
So, back to the James problem. We tried keeping him in the coop Sunday morning, but about 11:00 or so, Victoria was crazy to lay an egg, which she likes to do in the hay bin of the sheep house (yes, at least 2 of them started laying). So Victoria found a hole in the fence and got out, and James was right behind her. He then went running as fast as he could (which is REALLY fast) back over to Lyda's. So Rich has been going over every night and getting him and putting him in the coop, again. In the morning, Rich lets them out of the coop when he leaves, and then I go out and feed them and let them out of their yard when I leave. Monday, James was gone in a flash. Tuesday, he hung around and ate a little and was still here when I left for work. When I got home, he was over in their yard, but I could see him from our sheep yard. I called him and he responded to my voice. I lured him over finally - he jumped through the fence and raced back over here. I was amazed. But then, within probably 3 minutes, he chased down each one of our hens and had his way with them. They were not happy ladies.
Then, he ran back over to his other girl friends.
Tuesday night and Wednesday night we went and got him. Rich brought him in to the house so I could give him a talking to on Wednesday night:
Tonight, we went over to get him, and he was actually outside of their fence, looking like he was on his way back over here! So I called him and Rich followed behind him, and he actually came home and ran into the coop by himself. So we might be making progress!
Except I put an ad on Craig's List earlier in the evening. No responses yet. I guess we'll see what happens.
Meanwhile, Mary (the banty) is laying one perfect little tiny brown egg every day, and Victoria is laying a slightly bigger brown egg about every 2 - 3 days. Elizabeth, the red auracana, has not started laying, or is hiding them. They will be green. I don't think she is laying yet.
Chickens are fascinating. We are having fun with them, even though....
While we were in Scotland, the roosters came of age. When Sarah and Shawn showed up on June 30, Henry charged them. He came up behind and pecked at them a few other times as well.
When we got to the Newark Airport, we had a voice mail from our neighbors, Jack and Sandy Lyda, the ones we got the chickens from in the first place. They said one of our roosters had found his way over there and wasn't leaving. So we called them and said we'd talk to them Monday evening.
When we got home, we learned that Henry had gotten so aggressive he essentially chased Jane James away. Jack was bringing him back over every night and putting him in our coop, but first thing in the morning he would run lickety split back over there. They have several hens, but they really didn't want a rooster, and quickly got rid of the few new chickens they kept that turned out to be roosters.
So, big dilemma. I didn't know what to do, as I really liked both of them. Before we left for Scotland they would come and crow at my window to wake me up. When I went out to the yard they came running, in a happy friendly way.
Now, Henry started coming up behind me and attacking. Okay, Henry, enough was enough. I put an ad on Craig's list and last Saturday morning gave him away to a very nice couple with a big farm and 6 hens. An email from them confirms he is happy and his new hens like him.
Big bad Henry before he went to his new home:
So, back to the James problem. We tried keeping him in the coop Sunday morning, but about 11:00 or so, Victoria was crazy to lay an egg, which she likes to do in the hay bin of the sheep house (yes, at least 2 of them started laying). So Victoria found a hole in the fence and got out, and James was right behind her. He then went running as fast as he could (which is REALLY fast) back over to Lyda's. So Rich has been going over every night and getting him and putting him in the coop, again. In the morning, Rich lets them out of the coop when he leaves, and then I go out and feed them and let them out of their yard when I leave. Monday, James was gone in a flash. Tuesday, he hung around and ate a little and was still here when I left for work. When I got home, he was over in their yard, but I could see him from our sheep yard. I called him and he responded to my voice. I lured him over finally - he jumped through the fence and raced back over here. I was amazed. But then, within probably 3 minutes, he chased down each one of our hens and had his way with them. They were not happy ladies.
Then, he ran back over to his other girl friends.
Tuesday night and Wednesday night we went and got him. Rich brought him in to the house so I could give him a talking to on Wednesday night:
Tonight, we went over to get him, and he was actually outside of their fence, looking like he was on his way back over here! So I called him and Rich followed behind him, and he actually came home and ran into the coop by himself. So we might be making progress!
Except I put an ad on Craig's List earlier in the evening. No responses yet. I guess we'll see what happens.
Meanwhile, Mary (the banty) is laying one perfect little tiny brown egg every day, and Victoria is laying a slightly bigger brown egg about every 2 - 3 days. Elizabeth, the red auracana, has not started laying, or is hiding them. They will be green. I don't think she is laying yet.
Chickens are fascinating. We are having fun with them, even though....
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