Morgan describes our house as the cottage at the end of the pavement. She said that’s how she tells people how to get here. I found this description mildly entertaining, though I told her it might not help people. It is a little house, though I’m not sure it’s technically a cottage. But in any case, it’s the end of the pavement part that might throw people. (Though it would certainly cut short the lengthy directions I send people when I’m having a party.) I reminded her that while the hard road does end at our farm, our farm goes well past the house, and you can’t see the end of the pavement at the point where you reach our house. You have to keep driving on up the road, over the hill. By the time you reach the end of our farm, where the pavement actually ends and you realize that must have been the cottage back there, it’s not that easy to turn around.
We’ll see how many people she can direct here.
I finally got some pics of the other new little banties. Here’s the rooster:
And the little black hen:
You can see their size better in relation to the other chickens.
And here’s some of the rest of the passel at the end of the pavement. Glory Bee, looking big. (BP, lounging.)
Goat Burger, contemplative. “Why do they call me Goat Burger?”
Mr. Pibb, Sprite in the background. (The Pibbster is in fine form. It’s breeding season. He was even sniffing Annabelle’s behind today.)
Coco, working hard.
Chloe carries the best breeding of all my Pyrs–she has champion bloodlines. I keep telling her that we have high expectations! I hope she doesn’t feel too pressured! Smart kids are so much trouble!
Sweet, sugary Shortcake.
She’s been following me around–just out of reach–for peppermint treats I’ve been keeping in my pockets.
She’ll reach way, way for it if I hold my hand out to give her one.
She’s careful to maintain just enough space between us to run if I tried to do anything untoward, like put a halter on her. I haven’t been trying this past week. I’m just letting her follow me around and get peppermint treats IF she’s willing to stick her neck out and get one. I’ll get serious with her and try out some of the suggestions (thank you) from the comments on my post about her soon. Right now, I’m just trying to get back to a good starting point with her. I had her where she’d take peppermint treats from my hand before. Then I started putting a halter on her and she stopped coming up to me for treats. We’re going back to square one where I can at least get close to her before I try something else.
I walked around the other side of the barn and went way out in the field to find Jack and Poky, and guess who watched me the whole time all the way from the back barnyard?
She’s always watching me.
I’m not sure if she’s just extraordinarily paranoid about me or if….
…she secretly likes me.