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When it rains, the giant puppy sprawls on the porch. She’s good when she’s asleep. Shhhhh!!! Do not disturb. I love this giant puppy.

Chickens hide in the henhouse. Chickens don’t like wet feathers. I love these chickens.

They could keep busy, oh, say, filling these nesting boxes with little presents for my farmhouse table, but no. My chickens are a little more than three months old now. I’ve filled the boxes with straw, and I wait and I hope and I look every day.

When it rains, the goats stay beneath their shelter in their night pen. “I will come out,” Clover said, “but only for the right amount of cookies. And I don’t believe you have that many.”
I think she’s turning into a primadonna. I love my goats.

Hummingbirds don’t care if it’s wet as long as there’s sugar water to be had.

They invited all their finch friends to come visit and now we have hordes of finches, too. I love all these wild birds.

When it rains, the weeds in the garden rejoice in their intoxication. Weeds love me. I kinda like weeds myself. We have something in common–I wasn’t planted here, either, but I am determined to thrive, and so I will not hoe them down. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Ducks love rain. And wet feathers and wet beaks and all things wet. Ducks live for wet. I live for ducks.

Behold, the duck pond! Two springs feed into this pond and it was about two-thirds filled when it started raining. A good rain hurries up the process.

I’m not ready to turn the ducks out onto their pond yet, though. First, a duck house needs to be built near the pond–a small pen with a shelter to keep them safe at night.
There is much work to be done on the farm. A goat house, a duck house, and more. These stumps wait to be hauled into the goat enclosure to serve as more goat playground equipment. Goats love to clamber about on things. Logs make great goat jungle gym equipment. They climb on top, play king of the mountain, then fly off, knees tucked as if they are springboarding into a swimming pool. The goats will love these logs.

The summer is more than half gone. In another month, this view off my front porch will start to change. I’m already looking forward to the fiery, glorious color. I love autumn.

But today, it is still summer, and we’ve had a good rain. And when it rains, the farm takes a break….and breathes. And dreams of what is next.
It could be almost anything, but I have been thinking about some guineas. They eat ticks!
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I lovelovelove guineas! Such personalities, and whopping vocabularies in Fowlese.
Our grandgirlies are due here this afternoon for their annual visit w/o their parents. We have many days of outrageous food choices, sewing binges, woods exploring, pool swimming, and (boy do I hope) occasional napping so that a Nana can keep up with ladies aged seven and six.
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-Kim A.
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Enjoy your peaceful rainy day. I’d love to live way out in the boonies, too.
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Thanks for letting us see what farm life is all about.
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Re the finches–they’re eating thistle seed!
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They wonder…”whatever is she looking for?” My chickens were hatched April 27, so the first egg should be soon! It’s great to see how your farm has grown into the beautiful
and peaceful sanctuary it is. You are an ” A # 1″ farmer,
and have the muddy boots to prove it!
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Luv that hummingbird feeder!
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We’re moving our chickens from the ranch farmhouse to our house soon. And I’m searching for some guineas too. I’ve had them before, this time I’m looking for some older ones. The babies are so hard to keep alive, for me anyway.
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How old do the chickens have to be before they start laying eggs?
Coco is funny.
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Oh, I loved all your little farm animal stories above!! LOVE that big fluffy pup!!! The duckers are so cute! They had a little parade of ducks here, well, Shreveport at a nursery – they would come out each am and parade over a little foot bridge to a small pond, for show. So, we went one am, to watch and SADLY, the coyotes ate most of them or all of them, the owner said, the night before – so be sure they have good protection!!!!! If not coyotes, it was something – a fox or something.
I used to love to watch this goat at the base gate, when we lived in Germany – he would stand up on logs like those – he was like the base mascot for Ramstein or something. My friend/neighbor could not say his r’s, so he would always say “there’s the wammy!”.
Oh, the peace and quiet and fun, of a farm…no wonder I used to love to visit my uncle/aunt’s ranch in Texas so much! :mrgreen: I am READY for Autumn here too – so sick of no rain and 100 plus heat indexes! Maybe today Eduardo will bring us some rain!
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Because I have parents and relatives who grew up in (VERY) rural KY and (VERY) rural southern Ohio, there are a few words I never knew we were pronouncing wrong until I was either in my teens or a young adult:
1) Wild Canaries = Gold Finches
2) Bibbed Over Hauls = Bibbed over-alls
3) Thee-ater = theater
4) My mom’s maiden name was Hard = Howard
5) My gr-parents used to go sit in the FUR room (I also thought that b/c they had to hunt for much of their food they hung the furs in there [childhood imagination]). Fur room = FAR room…the room at the end of the house!
There are others…but I thought those were funny.
Blessings from Ohio, Kim Wolf<
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It’ll be exciting to share your first autumn and winter, too. Thank you for letting us.
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I am sure I only see the wonderful side but it sure looks enjoyable. Thanks for sharing.
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You are fantastic.. A little Tasha Tudor, Lorelai Gilmore, Samuel Clemens, Jack Cranfield, Laura Rebecca and a pinch or Irene Parlby…. But certainly all YOU…..
Thanks for sharing bits and pieces of your life with us.
I am your biggest Chickens in the Road fan..
Motchie
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Guinesa are very noisy and are good watchdogs.
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PS. Send some rain over to us in Texas. It’s been SO HOT here that it seems like a dry sauna outside. I’ve been staying inside and making the dog go on paper! It’s too hot to walk to the mailbox!
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A W.V. ex-pat. in Tx.