Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Haying
Friends
The farm looks fantastic. We are so blessed and grateful for all of you. We really could not have done it without you.
Thank you Papa for lending us the pressure washer.
Dick and Sue, thank you for coaching us on farming. You both are more helpful than any book. Thank you for coming up several times just to discuss how to repair our fence. Thank you for going over gardening, canning, and animal care. It has been invaluable.
Jerry and DaniJo, thank you for helping out with odds and ends projects. We know you are busy with your own farm. So we appreciate the baby sitting, canning, cooking, and building projects you've helped us with.
Greg, thank you for helping out with the chicken coop, building projects, and wood stacking. The work you did brought us over the "Hump" on the chicken coop. It was a bigger project than we thought it would be.
We also had countless advice from other friends and family. Thank you for the contributions!
Thank you all,
Ryan, Shelsea, Luke, and Daphne
Eggs
Cogburn
He was a great rooster, and a good pet for awhile. He was handsome and very large. He grew taller than my knee. He called his ladies in each night. He made sure everyone was accounted for. Even the ones that escaped into the neighbors yard. He would call them, and retrieve them if he had to.
After an accidental incident with Luke and a stick, Cogburn decided children were a threat to him and the flock. So, he began attacking Luke. Luke came in 2 times with large bruises, scratches and bites bleeding down his legs. Once Cogburn had chased him 1 acre down the driveway biting and clawing the whole way. Poor Luke.
Our family loved rooster and wanted him to be friendly. He couldn't be a free range rooster anymore. So we gave him treats, held him and tried to desensitize him to Luke and Daphne. It looked like it was working. He wasn't growling at them and would happily take food from their hands.
On one particular day, Daphne leaned down to give the hens a treat. Cogburn growled and leaped across the chicken yard straight at her face. Thankfully, Daphne was not in the pen. If she had been in the pen...I shiver thinking about it. Let's just say we would have been in the emergency room. After that, he growled and (if given the opportunity) attacked anyone who came near. Including egg collectors.
So the final solution was to slaughter Cogburn. Growing up I was taught how to process chickens. So it wasn't new by any means. We hung Cogburn upside down (duct tape) until he passed out. Then it was no work at all to do the rest. Not a struggle or a headless running chicken! Thank goodness.
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