I took a quick walk out at noon to see what was going on around the barnyard. The temperatures climbed to a balmy 36 degrees today. Everyone was just chilling out, enjoying the sunshine.
I’m not sure at this point how many ducks I actually have. I went into the winter with somewhere around 15. A few weeks ago one of our neighbors called and said, “Two boys just shot one of your ducks! They’re still out there – if you run out now you can probably catch them.” So Matt ran out and gave them an earful about knowing what they were shooting at. It was one of my favorite drakes, black with a green shimmer to his wings. Matt let the boys keep him because he didn’t feel like cleaning a duck that afternoon.
7 ducks come up into the chicken coop at night. I’m thinking there must be more hanging out along the creek on the neighbor’s side where it’s more sheltered. This weekend I’m going to trek out there and see what I can find out.
The chickens hang out in the corn crib / chicken coop. Except for the band of separatists, who have made their home in the cattle shed. They look generally dishevelled this time of year.
The rooster below is such a handsome boy, the Brad Pitt of the barnyard, even when looking dishevelled. Especially when looking dishevelled. And he has a twin brother. If I was a hen, I’d be swooning.