In the Barn | Chickens in the Road

Jun
4

It starts with a light gathering….

…that tends to grow.

Questioning looks.

Faces in the door.

And more faces in the door.

Maybe some leaping to capture attention.

Nuzzling of empty feed cans.

And standing by on call.

And the big moment!

Now the parade can really begin!

Because, you see, nobody actually gets fed up here but nobody wants to miss the start!

And off they go to the barn yard.

Except for this straggler here who’d rather have a bottle of water on the porch.

And sometimes a cookie. And sometimes an invitation to come inside.

And look around.

And go upstairs.

And–

Morgan: “I told you that you shouldn’t let her in the house!”

It was okay, I swept it up…. My precious does no wrong.

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May
20

This truck and trailer rolled up the access road behind the barn a few days ago:

The arrangement was made with a neighbor about a mile up the road. I called him last week and told him we were ready. He said he’d call when he had time to get up here with his trailer. He called on Saturday and said he was on his way. Glory Bee and I didn’t even have time to go through her dresses or find a flower before they arrived and out burst the new Mister! To come a-courting…..

Glory Bee watched him across the crowded bar….

He came closer, asked for a dance.

She scampered back, shy….

Then they danced a little butt-sniffing dance.

And decided now was not quite the right time yet, but they could get to know each other awhile…….

Dumplin’s in the barn. I’ll be keeping her in the barn for the duration. I bring Glory Bee into the barn twice a day to be milked, either by me or Dumplin. She stays about 45 minutes or so then back to the yard.

The Mister waits.

As do I.

I’m keeping them in the back barnyard to keep Glory Bee handy and easy to get into the barn through the back alleyway door. I don’t want to be moving her from the field with a bull involved. I think she was in heat a couple of weeks ago, so I may not have long to wait.

He’s a mixed breed beef bull, by the way, and on the small side, known to throw small calves. Glory Bee is actually larger than he is. If she gets pregnant sometime in the next few weeks, the baby will be due next February, or maybe early March, depending on the timing. Cows are pregnant nine months.

For now…..

I sit on the front porch and watch. New entertainment!