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Duck Attack

My heart is heavy this morning--a fox visited last night and took 5 of my remaining 8 ducks.  He took four newly egg laying females, which adds insult to injury.  It's our fault, however, because we forgot to go and put the ducks in their pen last night.  My husband used to do it when he arrived home from work, but since Daylight Savings Time last weekend (another reason to despise DST), it's light when he gets home. That means we need to remember to go back out later to do it, but with three busy boys to feed, bathe and get into bed, it's easy to forget.

This hurts more because the fox visited a few weeks back and took three females.  Why couldn't he have taken the males?  Argh!  Last time, the fox wounded one of my ducks but she managed to escape.  I brought her in, put her in the bathtub to contain her and the mess.  She had a bite mark on her back, so I cleaned it up.  There was still blood seeping from somewhere and when I did a thorough search, found the fox had bitten her on the breast, causing a deep, gaping wound.  A human would not likely survived a wound like that, but ducks and chickens are very sturdy. I debated trying to sew it shut but trusted that she'd let me know what she needed.  Animals, like our own human bodies, know what they need if we just stay still enough and pay attention to its signals.

For three days, I disinfected and dressed her wound.  On the fourth day, Miss Duck began to behave differently, letting me know she would take it from here. I removed the bandages and let her to it.  Within a week, the wound had crusted, within two weeks, she was healed.  I knew it was time when she laid me an egg (first one ever!) as if to say, "See?  I'm okay, I have enough energy to lay an egg!"  I released her on Tuesday.  Now she's in the fox's belly, hope he choked on her.

I've just ordered a new batch of ducklings for hatching in two weeks.  It will be baby season--ducklings, then chicks, then turkeys.  Cute to think of, but a bit dusty and stinky towards the end.  It's the cycle of farmstead life.


The House That Jack Built?

On a fahmstead, nothing is simple.  Oh sure, you might be thinking about the gentle quacking of ducks, cooing of the chickens, buzzing of the bees, but that all takes work to accomplish.  Some of the work is planned, like maintenance chores, but a lot of the work pops up and can rarely be predicted.  Often this work is intertwined with other tasks.  It's a little frustrating, but I love hard work and the feeling of accomplishment.

For example, the top of our driveway in front of the barn is a mess: there's a table, fire pit, propane tanks, bits of wood and gutter, etc. strewn in front of the doors from recent projects and the turkey harvest.  We don't love that it's there but there's only so much daylight and time. It's so bitter cold by the time I finish a project (shorter daylight hours), I tend to work to the last minute until I can no longer feel my extremities.  Yesterday was warm-ish (for New England) and sunny, so I decided to clean the area up. As typical, I couldn't do that until I did another task, and so on and so on. In order to put the propane tanks and table away, I needed to make space in the barn.  The barn is crowded because the boys toss their bikes in, there's extra straw bales with no home (waiting for the ducks to settle into their new pen before adding more straw), a cage for two culled birds and a giant brooder pen for the baby chicks.  The hose bib popped during a recent freeze which flooded the barn floor, so stuff got tossed around trying to clean up that mess.

There was too much clutter from empty water holders that are unused in the winter.  The animals have water heaters on their supplies during winter, so all of the waterers stack up in the barn until spring.  I decided to build some wooden shelves I'd bought for organizing.  I opened a unit up, only to discover there was no hardware.  I opened another unit up, stole the hardware, put the shelves together and realized I had to fight through the bikes, lawnmower, tiller, etc. to clear space for them.  When that was cleared, I put the waterers on the shelves and was amazed at how much clutter I'd just cleared!  I removed the cage and cleaned it.  I swept the floor and organized the straw bales again.  A customer came by for eggs and we chatted.  Then it was time to go pick up son #3 from preschool. There's still so much more to organize/clear in the barn, no room for the stuff outside yet.

End result, typical result...the cluttered area in front of the barn that I had originally wanted to clear is STILL not cleared.  I can't decide if it's ADD or just typical life on a fahmstead.

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