Blueberry Hill Farm

We may be blown away today but thankfully it is NOT raining.  The sun shining down on the hoop houses heats things up nicely inside and gives the plants enclosed therein the courage to start growing a little.

I will tell you, though, that chickens HATE wind.  It makes things blow around that look like flying creatures.  It may just be a big leaf, but the roosters take no chances in sounding the alarms, just not being sure that the leaf in question might not be a hawk in disquise.  One never knows these days . . .

Yesterday everyone here  was border line nuts.  I have two alpacas who have discovered the joys of eating chicken feed and have discovered  the trick of getting into the large stall I've made into a chicken coop at the "llama barn".  Very annoying.  To top it off, yesterday morning, during my breakfast ritual of eating my cereal in front of the sliding glass door that overlooks the "kingdom", I noticed that the tack room door at the "llama  barn" was standing open.  Annoying again.  That would mean hens were in there laying eggs amongst the bales of hay that would not be discovered; alpacas would up in the tack room eating alfalfa hay, their favorite but available to them on a limited basis; etc., etc.  I went ahead and finished my cereal, then dressed and went down to see what the damage was. 

Instead of "all of the above" I discovered that SOMEBODY had drug out two feed bags that the hens had busily and happily shredded into millions of pieces.  Why?  Boredom?  Rain fever?  Because they could?  Another annoyance.  Oh well, such is life here on the farm . . .