Almost done fencing…



Fencing is hard work.

It takes money and help and patience and planning. And a lot of guessing and measuring and re-measuring and then replanning and well, as you can see, it’s not quite that easy.

For one thing, once you get it done, you want to be done. It’s not like something you can just pick up and move around on a whim. Changes are hard to make once you start laying down wire. Heck, just getting the stuff to your homestead can take some major finagling. 330 feet of field fence is HEAVY. And makes old Blue groan a bit when the TSC guys drop it in the back. And t-posts, shesh, those things are pricey, so you want to make sure you get just what you want or need. I think I will start to buy just oh 2 or 3 every time I go and stockpile them! It will be less painful then going and buying 20 at a time.


Originally, we were going to fence in the back pasture, just a big rectangle. It would be about 100 foot by 150 foot and back again. However, that would end up over 500 feet of fence. And the more I stood back there, planting the corn garden and just watching the sun and all, the more I decided it would not be as nice for sheep. It’s a horse or pony pasture, and just not enough sun and the right length of grass for my little short sheepies. And it’s so far back, we’ll hardly ever see them! I want to be able to look out and see them day to day when we’re working and all that.

So I got my trusty measuring tape and began to realize that if I fenced in the middle yard, they would have almost a whole acre to wander, and would be a lot closer to the house, have TONS of shade and shelter and we would have another safe zone for the dogs. (When the sheep were in their little paddock area.) We are not foolish enough to let our untrained sheep dogs in with non-dog sheep… nope.)


Basically, we saved a ton of fencing by utilizing many of the buildings into the plan. We played connect the dot with the coop, to the wellhouse, to the pig barn, to the poultry barn and to the garage. It might not be the way a large commercial farmer would do it, with curves and using trees as posts instead of all t-posts and sunk posts, but you know what? We’re just little smallholders and the farm police could care less. Sure, it would have been easier, say, to install a lovely big gate by the garage so that whenever I wanted to bring a vehicle back up near the barn, I could just swing open the gate and roll through. But we’ve done that like 2 times now. And only because we didn’t want to drag stuff out there with the wagon. Purely connivence. Now, if we want to do that, I’ll have to cut a few nylon tie wraps and then re-tie it after we’re done. You can bet I’ll be watching for a nice used gate on Craig’s List, but in the meanwhile, it works for us.

We did buy one nice tube gate for the back, by the wellhouse. That made sense. We’ll be going through there at least a couple times a day to get to the bunnies and the poultry. And it seems that another gate next to the little coop would be welcome, so we’ll probably work on that next week.


The line of fence in the back is mostly working with t-posts, but we were so lucky and got to use a LOT of the trees along the sides and such. We only needed 10 t-posts! Yeah! And the fencing fit JUST perfectly… we used the very last bit at the garden pathway… now to design a cool garden gate out of some salvaged wood from the farm. I’m hoping to get that done today or tomorrow at the latest. We are planning to bring the sheep home on Monday!!! Yeah!!!


Bucka Roo and his posse are checking out the new fence. They totally approve of the work being done and as our official chicken inspectors, they were on the job to approve all alterations to their farm.

A HUGE HUGE thank you to Julia and Jr. and Jeremy for all their wonderful help with the fencing! Oh my gosh, how could we have managed without your assistance. Just getting the roll out of the car would have taken an all day effort on our part! Those things are super heavy to begin with! I’m telling you, good neighbors and swell friends make life just as sweet as can be.


Junior even cut up the remains of the dead pine for us and we offered him the cut wood for his winter needs! It’s nice to finally have that out of the way so we can mow back there a bit easier. He also took down the dead apple tree near the house and chopped it up for our bonfire use. That is going to make some wonderful campfires for sure… great for hot dog roasting I’m sure!

Well, today is finish the stick fence day and make the garden gates day! Going to be fun stuff… Junior also trimmed up the windchime tree some and we got a nice little electric limb chainsaw to do a bit more tree surgery around the homestead. We have over 50 mature trees on the place, and they are all in various states of overgrowth and ill care from the last 10 years or so of being left on their own. Although, at the first of the spring we did a TON of cleanup and all, there are still pockets that need more attention. We are slowly but surely whittling the place into shape!


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Five little chicks…



Well, it’s 24 hours since all the chickapaloosa party started! And we have five beautiful little chicks, all happy and healthy. I can’t believe we had such a good success rate. 50% for a homemade, first time chick hatching is really pretty nice. We are SO getting a real incubator as soon as we can, this was absolutely one of our favorite experiences so far! (Well, we have so many favs… for sure, but this has been pretty miraculous for sure!)

But, right now, we’re content with our little fellas. And in just 10 or 12 days they will have 25 other little chicks to play with when the broiler chicks come to the farm! I’m not sure what color they will be, I think pretty standard yellow chick looking, so we’ll be pretty okay with keeping our little personal flock children separate. And ours will be almost two weeks ahead, so they should look quite different.


Evee was pretty funny through the whole event. At first, she could care less, but as the evening moved on, she was growing more and more jealous of all the attention the white box thing was garnering. She hadn’t seen the reason behind all the oohs and ahhs, but it was clear to her that something was amiss. Finally about 4 in the morning, she conked out in the dining room with her squirrel baby and decided it was not worth staying up or worrying about. Once we moved them to the big aquarium, and she could see them, she watched for awhile, but then said, whatever and went off to play. Gypsy was pretty interested for awhile, but then I think she has also written them off as weird gerbils or something. It’s pretty funny to watch the inter-species relationship form and develope.


Diamond’s birth was slow, but she managed to get it done. She is a very light colored chick and does not have the top comb like the others. We suspect that her mom might be Mildred, the Americauna hen. That would be awesome because we love Mildred and her hawk like slim, small body. Ultimately I want to be raising all Marans and Americuana, or Aracuanas. We will also have half-breeds we are calling Maranacuanas… haha… I’m hoping to get 4 or 5 black copper Maran pullets next week from a local breeder… they are simply beautiful birds.



The real tough story of the night, though, was little Emerald. She was the last to hatch and she was really having a hard time. She had managed to break off her little end cap of shell, but somehow in the process had gotten her head jammed tight into the full part of the shell, with her little wing caught over it. She could breathe, but she was just having a heck of a time. Everything says you should not intervene, and just let them go at it. If they die, they are a weak bird. But there was just no way we could let her die. She had tried SO HARD… almost 3 hours. Everyone else was an hour or less. In my mind, she was a trouper and had tried EXTRA hard to make it to daylight!

So finally, I cracked a wee bit more of her shell, to help her get her head unstuck. And then I lifted the back end of the egg shell a wee bit so that she could use a little of nature’s own gravity to get herself free. She was so weak, but she managed to get hatched!

It was about 6:30 am, and I think I had gotten about an hour of sleep. Maggie had been up the WHOLE night. Jessy crashed about 5 am and was snoozing. I really was not sure if Emerald was going to make it. She lay so still, when the others were peeping and wobbling around after hatching. I moved her under the heat lamp and just waited. I will admit, I said a little prayer for her and I hoped that it was heard. It says that the Lord is watchful over even the little sparrows in the fields, so I hoped that a little tuff chick could get a little special nod.

It was a very long hour or so, and finally, she started to perk up. Her feathers were drying and she was a BEAUTIFUL jet black fluff. I think one of the dark girls is her mom… we do have 3 solid black hens and two black and white hens… we had to sort of block her from the others as they were just walking on her and pecking her hard, just being rough little guys. I tell you, being the first to hatch is the primo spot… Copper had a full couple hours before everyone else was born and then when they started, he was there, pecking at them and basically being a little punk.

Emerald just needed a little recovery time. She’s doing fine now, all fluffed out and walking around, running with the pack. She doesn’t look splay legged or too wobbly, she just got herself in a bad position and wore her little baby body out! So don’t tell anyone that we helped… just a wee little bit!


For someone who is afraid of birds… someone is becoming quite the little chicken fancier… haha…. Jessy has been just the little chickie mom and has been taking their pictures and looking up ID photos online and even…. TOUCHING THEM and moving their water and food and watching them a TON… haha…. I’m glad that she’s taking a fancy to them, and hopefully, in a tiny bit it’s helping her with her bird fear. She still is dreadfully afraid of this pair of barn swallows that is in the pig barn. I will admit, they are very aggressive, but it’s because they have a nest of babies in there. Once they fly the coop, so to speak, I will take down their cool little mud nest. They can find some other swell residence. Jessy can even handle the free range flock as long as they don’t mob her or try and rough her up for crackers. They will, they know when you’re holding out on baked goods. And she’s been very concerned about the turkeys!

Well, speaking of turkeys… turkey girl is doing much better today. She’s walking, though a little wobbly and she’s drinking and eating. She spent most of the day in her little hay nest, but by this evening, she was over by the food and water and I watched her do both. I suspect that she might have a little head trauma from the accident, as she has one eye closed and won’t open it. And she’s a little leaning, and wobbly. However, she’s young and she’s made it far longer than I thought. She doesn’t seem to be in pain, and like I said, she’s walking and peeping to her sibling. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring another good strong day of healing and we’ll see how she comes along. Her brother is very attentive of her, and I saw him this morning laying with her, and just making little turkey peep noises, almost a soft coo. I’m hoping my little prayer for her was well received, too.

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