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Eleventh week on the farm



AND WE HAVE DUCKS!



They quack and don't lay eggs yet and turn surfaces into a wet/poopy disaster but we love them and can't tell them apart except for Kevin, the boy duck. There's also Joan Didion, Susan, and Beyonce, but since we don't know who's who, we assign names to them randomly depending on what's going on. Ex: Winnie, stop trampling Beyonce! Or: Has anyone seen Susan? This pile of feathers in the yard doesn't look promising...



Peter is training Winnie to herd them, so every morning they go from the Quack Shack into their duck tractor (which Peter built, yay!). To move the tractor, we use a dolly on one end. On the other end I try and usually fail to line up a board with two wheels and screws into the two holes on the bottom of the tractor. Peter LOVES this part of the morning. The ducks eat grubs and stuff on the ground and Winnie barks at them and hopefully they'll lay an egg someday soon.



After a long and stinky month, Howie went home this past weekend. He'd done his business and we were very excited to introduce two pregnant goats back to the herd. (At least they better be pregnant. It'd be a shame to have been butted for nothing). Pixie and Button are definitely getting bullied as the girls re-establish the pecking order in the herd but we bought two more hay feeders to encourage sharing (before Rogue and Voody would dominate the whole space and Pixie, Button, and Hope would watch/drool while looking back at Peter and I like How could you?



When Howie's parents came to pick him up on Sunday (his human parents, not his goat parents ,though that'd be a really cool story) he was ---- surprise! ----- missing! Peter and I had gone for a walk and when we returned the parents were there and Howie wasn't... OOPS. We found him in the barn a minute later but it wasn't exactly the impression I wanted to make. Apparently I still can't close gates properly...



Milk update: Milk production is decreasing and Peter is distraught about it. "Our technique is wrong! We won't ever make it as goat farmers! Fail fail fail!" My take, on the other hand, is soooooo zen: "It is what it is. The fewer goats I have to milk in sub-freezing weather the better." (Peter is a conscientious goat farmer. I'm a conscientious hand warmer). Overall Peter and I are so grateful for how much we've been able to do in only three months. Life is GOOD (which does not mean perfect - our favorite argument is about hay; I think Peter's trying to foie gras our goats. Peter thinks I'm trying to starve them). But in general life on the farm is so good - 5 am mornings and homemade yogurt and kids coming over to terrorize/love the goats. It's delightful to care for animals and watch them care for each other too -- if that's what you'd call Rogue trying to steal the duck's food...





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