Stories of life on our farm in Northwest Georgia where every day is an adventure in this beautiful spot that God has entrusted to our stewardship.
Showing posts with label Gypsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gypsy. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Be Kind to Your Mother, Web-Footed Friends!

This happened on April 29, right after the storm, but I didn't have a chance to post it until now.  The chicks were 6 weeks old on April 27 and ready to go outside in the chicken tractor.  But, the chicken tractor was serving as a Duck Mobile in the barnyard, so we needed a new plan for the ducks.  Enter my (first) Gypsy chicken coop which Herb built a couple years ago on a wagon so that it could be moved around (thus the Gypsy).  Now THAT'S free-ranging!  Since  the three remaining chickens who used to use it have been integrated into the new coop, the Gypsy coop was available for immediate occupancy.

Herb helped me clean up the feed area in the barn and roll the Gypsy coop in.  He also built a nice large ramp for the ducks to get up and down into it since they seem too clutzy to handle the narrow ramp the chickens used.  He thought we could get the ducks in the evening after they settled down and move them in, so he went in to eat lunch.
I, however, was impatient to get the ducks settled into their new condo, so I started carrying them one by one and putting them in.  Unfortunately, I learned several things about ducks.  1)  They may look laid-back sitting around during the day, but they are not as tranquil as they look!  And, most importantly, 2) ducks are related to hawks and eagles!  Well, at least they have claws on the ends of their cute little webbed feet that resemble talons, and when they hook into you, you have to rip them out like giant cat's claws!  Fortunately, Kara came along to ask me a question, and I pressed her into service.  I also put on some long leather gloves!  While I carried each duck with two hands, Kara opened and closed the coop door so I didn't have to try to juggle ducks in one arm.
Eventually all 13 ducks were safely settled, and I was the only one who was the worse for the wear!
Here's the new Duck Mobile with its ramp propped up on the right.  The ramp fits neatly under the large green door for the ducks to get up and down into their home.
It makes the feed area a little crowded, but it also forced us to organize to make it work.
After several hours, I couldn't wait to see how the ducks would handle the ramp, so I opened the door.  One brave Jemima Puddle-duck hopped up in the doorway, followed by her Sir Francis Drake, and while he hung out, she examined the situation.
That is a l-o-o-o-o-ng way down!
Jemima and Francis discussed what to do while Gypsy (one of the original inhabitants of the Gypsy coop) came by to see what had happened to the neighborhood.
Sterling, the barn cat, investigated, too.  The ducks hid from him, but he was too lazy to climb up and bother them.  Finally, I gave up waiting to take a picture of the ducks waddling down the ramp, and I went inside.
Just like children, once I was out of camera-range, they performed!  When we went back to feed them that night, they were all down enjoying the barnyard.
As you can see, their wings are nearly feathered out, so it shouldn't be long until they can fly up and roost on the stall walls or round pen rails.
The ducks are very curious about their new territory, checking out the wheelbarrow and Rascal.  They really stick together, and it's quite cute to see them "consult" each other about things!

We do hope they will consult with the chickens and figure out how this up-and-down-the-ramp thing works because for now they put themselves to bed over in the corner where the chicken tractor/duck mobile used to be.  And every night we have to carry them one by one, and put them to bed.  But now I wear long leather gloves or a jacket to protect my arms from claws, and they seem to be used to the routine--although they're starting to get creative about running away from us at bedtime!  What did I say?  Just like children!!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

A Not-So-Dumb Cluck! (Tuesday, Jan. 11)

When we got home from our travels this afternoon, Gypsy was by herself at the bottom of the driveway.  We parked at the house and went off to feed the animals.  I fed the chickens and turned on their light for the night.  Only Wren, Victoria and Esmerelda were at the chicken coop waiting to eat.  (The "little" chickens are being confined inside the brooder house for a couple weeks until Chickadee gets over being wild and making the others go wild with her.)  On my way back to the house, I saw Gypsy walking along, feathers ruffled by the rising wind, still a way from the coop.  "Go on home, Gypsy!" I told her as I headed inside.
A few minutes later I happened to look out the front door, and there was Gypsy!  Far from continuing on her way to the coop, she had back-tracked and come around to the front of the house.  I opened the door, thinking I would actually let her in out of the wind, but she hurried away down the porch.  So I bundled into my rubber boots, coat and gloves, and  went out the back door looking for her.  We met up near the back door, and she was struggling to walk in the strongly gusting wind.  She looked tired and disoriented, so I started calling her, "Here, Gypsy!  Chick-chick-chick-chick-chicken!"  As I walked toward the barn, she followed me at a distance, staggering in the wind.
Finally, halfway along the side of the hay barn (still quite a way from the coop), Gypsy came to a halt and just stood in the snow without moving.  Despite my calls, she continued to stand still.  All my chickens are skittish, so I approached her cautiously.  Closer and closer I came--and still she just stood there.  Finally, I reached out and picked her up, hugged her to me, and started to walk.  She sat quietly in my arms as I trudged through deep snow all the way to the coop.  I petted her cold feathers for a minute before I set her down by the food, and she began to eat voraciously.  Of course, Victoria appeared from nowhere and tried to chase Gypsy away from the food, but I chased her instead--and all the while Gypsy kept pecking away.  Finally she seemed to have had enough so I went into the house.  When Herb went out later to shut the coop, he checked to be sure Gypsy was inside.  Sure enough, there were all four chickens safe and sound on their perches.

Our conclusion was that Gypsy wandered so far from the house in the cold and snow that she was too tired, hungry and weak to get all the way back to the coop as darkness fell, the temperature dropped, and the icy wind blew in.  So she came to the house looking for me, and when she couldn't walk any farther, she waited for me to carry her home.  I was deeply touched that Gypsy wanted me to help her and thankful that I saw her when she came looking for help.  May we, with the trust of a "dumb cluck," look to our Master to help us through the rough times of life and bring us safely Home.