Fowl Happenings!

April 5, 2013

Sometimes it gets pretty fowl around here.  And lately, it seems like the fowl have declared war.

Case in point… our Bourbon Red tom turkey has decided he’s one tough turkey.  Every time I go into the pen with him and the hen, I have to carry a broom to fend him off while I fill up the feed bowls.  Isn’t there some kind of adage about not biting the hand that feeds you?  Seems to me that should carry over to a winged assault as well.

But I’m not the only one suffering from a fowl assault.  Just take a look at this:

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Our House is a Parrot Playground

February 20, 2013

Granted, not every small farm has a parrot on the premises.  In fact, most of them probably don’t.  But part of our rural life includes a parrot in the house.

If you’re not familiar with them, parrots are intelligent creatures.  Some breeds are smarter than others, and some can talk more than others.  And like every other set of creatures in this world, the intelligence and abilities varies within the breed as well.

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On the second day of Christmas. . .

December 20, 2010

On the Second day of Christmas my true love gave to me. . .

picture of two llamas

The Second Day of Christmas

Two Spitting Llamas. . .

picture of parrot with santa hat
The first day of Christmas!

… And a Parrot on a Fairrryyyyy!

 

New style, Cost of two llamas: $400

Classic style, Cost of two turtle doves: $380

Looks like the new choice is still more expensive than the classics!

Total to date:
New Style – $1,220
Classic Style – $433

Stay tuned for Day Three!

 

On the first day of Christmas. . .

December 17, 2010

“The Twelve Days of Christmas” is a well-known Christmas carol.  What gets a little confusing is most people think it’s the twelve days BEFORE Christmas, but it’s really supposed to be AFTER Christmas:

“Contrary to much popular belief, these are not the twelve days before Christmas, but in most of the Western Church are the twelve days from Christmas until the beginning of Epiphany  (January 6th; the 12 days count from December 25th until January 5th). In some traditions, the first day of Christmas begins on the evening of December 25th with the following day considered the First Day of Christmas (December 26th). In these traditions, the twelve days begin December 26 and include Epiphany on January 6.” –  The Voice

Then there’s the whole deal about the crazy presents. They’re definitely from a different era.  I mean, who wants this laundry list of gifts?

  1. A partridge in a pear tree,
  2. Two turtle doves,
  3. Three french hens,
  4. Four colly birds,
  5. Five gold rings,
  6. Six geese laying,
  7. Seven swans swimming,
  8. Eight maids milking,
  9. Nine drummers drumming,
  10. Ten pipers piping,
  11. Eleven ladies dancing, and
  12. Twelve lords leaping.

Some of them sound intriguing, but others are a little questionable.  And how much did all that cost? 

I decided to mix things up a bit, and do part of the days before Christmas, in the popular style, and part of the days after Christmas, in the classic style.  And while I’m at it, a little comparison of the cost for the two sets of gifts.  Is the classic true love more expensive, or is eccentric country more costly?

So let us start at the beginning, day 1, always a good place to start!  We’re mixing it up eccentric country style, so here we go!

On the first day of Christmas
my true love gave to me –

picture of parrot with santa hat

The first day of Christmas!

… A Parrot on a Fairrryyyyy!

Cost of African Grey Parrot: $800
Cost of Resin Fairy Statue: $20

Old school, cost of partridge: $3.00 for a Chukar Partridge Chick
Cost of Pear Tree, 7 feet tall: $50

Looks like the classic style would be cheaper, at about $53.  But although the new version comes to $820, parrots are like MasterCard, priceless!

But then, I love eccentric Christmases!

Friday’s Farm Fotos

May 14, 2010

It’s been a while since I did a post with an assortment of pictures I’ve taken around the farm during the week. So here we go, pictures from our house to yours, and in the order I took them this week.

First up, a couple of flower pictures after a rainstorm. . .

bloom of Geranium Biokovo (Cranesbill)

Geranium Biokovo (Cranesbill)

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pale pink rose

Dr. W. Van Fleet climbing rose

Inside, there’s the ever rascally African Grey Parrot. . .

"What's down there I want to play with?"

The azaelas in the front flower bed are blooming.  I still think it’s strange to have azaelas and roses, for instance, blooming at the same time, but that’s the south for you.

Azaelas Autumn Sangria (left) and Autumn Twist (right)

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Azaela Autumn Debutante

Here are some chickens in the front yard.  They’ve made a dust bath out of a hole left behind after digging out a tree stump.

Chickens, sunshine, and dust bath!

Of course, on these hot southern days, not only is a dust bath nice, but getting a drink from the bird bath is pretty good too.  (Notice all the BATHing going on?)

Ahhhh, cool water on a hot day!

Never mind there are several places for them to drink, them seem to think the bird bath is for them too.  So I guess it is by default!

Out in the back pasture, there is lots of white clover blooming. . .

White clover (Trifolium repens)

As Emeril Lagasse is fond of saying, “Wish we had smell-o-vision!”  All that clover sure puts a wonderfully sweet fragrance in the air.  It’s lovely.

I noticed we have birds nesting on the front porch again this year.  The babies look like they ought to be ready to fly soon.

"Are you lookin' at me?"

Remember I mentioned azaleas and roses blooming at the same time?  Here’s another rose in full bloom.  It’s a rambling rose climbing up into a big oak tree beside the end of our driveway.

Paul's Himalayan musk rambling rose

Oh yes, and yesterday The Farmer did some more tilling in his garden.  He’s going to plant watermelons in the rest of the space.

Spaces marked out to plant watermelon.

Last night I saw a bunch of birds going singly and in small groups to go nest for the night in the woods.  I couldn’t see real clearly, but I suspect it was a murder of crows heading for their roosting spot.

Flying off to be murder. . .

I don’t know why a group of crows is called a murder, but like those birds, it’s time to end this and fly off!