Today was one of those humbling days. While Zachary and my Dad were cleaning livestock sheds, I decided it would be a great time to move the 2 big sheep, Ricky and Fred, to their pasture. We were keeping them in an old horse stall until their pasture dried up a bit. It ended up being an exercise of sheep wrangling. I thought my fences were sheep proof. The pasture is an old calf pasture and it always kept the calves in. After a series of escapes and fence fixings, I gave up. Back to the horse stall they go. Good thing I had their favorite treat in my pocket, Saltines, otherwise I would be still chasing them. I guess we have a new project to work on- rebuild pasture to "sheep spec". Yes Liz, you can lecture us now... :-)
Last night, Zachary and I picked up our hens. We have 6 Production Reds, a cross between Rhode Island Reds and New Hampshires. We don't have their home and yard complete yet, so we put them in a temporary home. We planned on working on the coop and yard this afternoon, but it seemed we were eternally building temporary homes, catching, and moving chickens all day. They seemed to find a way out of every place we put them. They ended up in a old empty corn crib. When we thought it was safe, we ran to Fleet Farm and picked up fencing supplies for their permanent yard and when we returned, only 5 were in the pen. Chickens! We found her later in the shed and put her back with the rest and triple secured the door. It was like the movie Chicken Run, without the meat pie machine and these chickens do fly. At last check tonight, all were accounted for. We did get a chance to work on their yard at sunset tonight, when they went to roost. During all the ruckus today, they laid 5 eggs today.
Cows are easy compared to these things.