Webster Houdini goat
Webster the buck, has only one job. We’re not convinced he’s managed it yet but that’s another story. Arriving home after a day away we did a head count of the animals. There was no sign of him. There were two choices. He could have done a bunk over the fence. We knew he could jump because he’d already proven his ability to hurdle the fence into the very lush pigsty. Alternatively he was in the chicken coop. A seemingly impossible task as the door flap is…well…chicken-sized. That’s where he was. He’d managed to squeeze himself in and was happily munching through the hay that had been safely stored inside. Do not try and keep the hay from us Humans. You will fail!
On new adventures, he was most recently discovered in the neighbour’s yard. Obviously the grass IS greener on the other side. An electric fence was installed without a wasted moment. Zap zappity zap. Success.
Give. Me. Foood!!
Bread is animal heroin. The cows, accustomed to being our sole focus of attention, were nonplussed to discover that they had to share their treats with the goats, sheep and now chickens. Rosie, unsatisfied with her bread rations, stomped over to me while I was feeding the other hooved beasts and snatched away the leftovers.
This Girl loves feeding time on #blissfarm as a way of creating co-dependence. Now when I get home they start bleating and come running up, hoping for food.
In my study late Saturday afternoon, I felt like I was being watched. I looked up two or three times but there was nothing. Or so I thought. On closer observation, I saw Webster’s beady little goat eyes peering through the garden fence trying to stare me down. Where is the food Human?
Quick, they’re coming
The guinea pigs have never had it so good, fresh food every day. They’re currently residing in the pigsty. In the absence of the real thing it seems fitting. Their multi-storey condo has been laid horizontal and an additional wing has been built on. They get moved around the pigsty so there’s always plenty of fresh clover beneath them. The other day they hadn’t been relocated soon enough and had taken matters into their own hands.
They’d managed to squeeze themselves between the wire cage and the gradient of the land. I went to visit them and realised they were feasting in freedom. As soon as they saw me they whispered to each other and squeezed back INTO the cage. Nothing to see here Human.
A cock with an ego
Wheezer, the rooster, and a small posse – Chocolate, Caramel and Cream, have come to live with us. They’re meant to supplement the pullets who need protection. Wheezer, who crows like an asthmatic, is not interested in juveniles and neither is his harem big enough to satisfy him. He’s also taken to jumping the fence to hang out with the neighbours’ brood of hens. After The Lovely Deputy chased him around their yard a few times, a purpose-built rooster enclosure has been established until he can 1. behave or 2. the pullets reach adulthood. Where is my flock Humans?
Of course there’s a pecking order in the animal kingdom even if it doesn’t fit so comfortably on a democratically-driven farm. The largest/eldest/male animal gets fed first. Rosie practically jumped the fence when ‘Lil Belts was offered bread before her. That will never happen again. ‘Lil Belts will try and buck the goats if they get between her and the bread. Webster will buck anyone his size or smaller if he’s not sated. The goats will buck the sheep and the sheep are so skittish, they’re scared of the chickens who will get amongst them all and still manage to score bread delights. Learn the rules Humans!