Friday, September 26, 2014

Fun with Fowl

Ooh, I has fashion socks! Hey, Mom!

Or, yeah, I'm cheap date. Went out after chores to pick the blight-stricken tomatoes for the birds. No sense letting them rot...and the chickens are not fussy. 

Although I left most of the bucket for Liz to take down to the big layers I stopped and fed a few to the baby guineas, Laura the hen, the tiny white turkey poult and the gorgeous, incredible, really, really pretty slate grey Americauna/cochin cross that one of the hens hatched this summer.

First I let the silly things out in their yard, which is a hoot in itself. Guineas are like little kids, sure they are missing something, and they boiled out that door like steam out of a kettle.

Then I rolled little red tomatoes down the roof wire, which has spaces large enough to admit a nice one, and waited until they found the right spot to fall through.

Like ducks on a June bug, the birds were on them, fighting as if I was feeding them exotic truffles and there was never going to be another one.

Each new mater caused them to abandon the one before. The yard was littered with red globes, but all eleven were squabbling over the same one every time.

I loved it.

Yep, cheap date. 


Cathy said...

" . . like steam out of a kettle . . "
Great visual. :)

joated said...

From my limited experience--running into free range birds creating a "traffic jam" along the back roads, perhaps just above ruffed grouse but below domestic turkeys--Guineas are not the sharpest knife in the draw. But I've ben told they can be murder on ticks and are, indeed, entertaining. That's why folks seem to have a special place in their hearts for them. That and some lovely plummage.

Throwback at Trapper Creek said...

Peggy is stylin' in that shirt!

A. Montgomery said...

Its about time we got another picture of Miss Peggy! She is getting hair! Such a beautiful baby. Love her so much!
PS, Love you too.