Giving Credit

Reflections

I mentioned in my most recent Monthly Inspiration post that I like to give credit where credit is due so when I came across this article identifying the author of the Rainbow Bridge poem, that I have shared on my blog several times over the past few years, I knew I needed to share this as well.

I do hope you take the time to read the above, well written article/interview but for those who don’t I will tell you that the poem was originally written in 1959 by 19-year-old Edna Clyne of Inverness, Scotland, the day after her Labrador Retriever, Major, died.

I also wanted to share with you this paragraph where Edna, now in her 80’s, answers the question ‘what advice she would give to those grieving the loss of a pet’. “nothing took her aback as when I asked if she has any advice to share for people suffering from the loss of a pet—because she, is after all, the world’s greatest expert on animal mourning. She asked if I really thought that was true, to which I could only respond, “Well you wrote the Rainbow Bridge, didn’t you?” Her response was then immediate—get another pet. We discussed it, how the relationship with a new pet will never be the same as the relationship with the old one, but it can be equally special and loving in different ways. There’s no reason to deny yourself or another animal that love, your previous pet certainly wouldn’t have wanted you to live without it.” I wholeheartedly agree with Edna’s advice. It has certainly helped us 🙂

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Chick Update

Chickens, Chicks, Reflections

Right on Time

May 31st was the day we expected our next batch of chicks to hatch and when my husband returned from opening up the coop that morning, before 6:30, he said “congratulations Grandma!”. I knew we had chicks. He wasn’t sure how many had hatched at that time because it was a chilly morning, and he didn’t want to lift momma and expose the hatchlings to the cold.

When we returned to the farm just before 10:00 a.m. she had three fluffy yellow chicks under her. Another, that it appeared had tried to hatch, didn’t make it. By the end of the day they were wandering around the coop, and she was showing them how to eat and drink.

By the following day they had found their way out of the coop and my husband had to help momma get them back in at night. On day three he kept the big door closed so they stayed inside coop but on day four momma had them out and about all day and they even found their way back into the coop that evening.

I didn’t realize how much the first peep (a group of chicks is called a peep) had grown in three weeks until I saw the new ones. This week the Jersey momma took over full time parenting duties while the buff co-momma apparently decided she was no longer needed and left the group. Hopefully she has started laying eggs again.

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Monthly Inspiration

Inspiration, Reflections

Hello and Welcome. Here is our quote to get the month started right.

Happy June, My Friends.

EDIT: After being asked by a reader (Thanks Cathy) who this quote was attributed to, I realized that this post was incomplete. I always like to give credit where credit is due. While most of the sources I found attribute this post to Harvey Mackay, I also saw one source that credited Dr Suess. According to research done by Snopes.com they could not confirm that Dr Suess was the original author of this quote and while Harvey Mackay may have used the quote, he was not the original author. Thus, the answer remains unknown.

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Don’t Count Your Chickens Before They Hatch

Buff Orpingtons, Chickens, Chicks, Jersey Giant, Reflections

Here in the U.S. Sunday, May 12, was Mother’s Day. It is also the day our two broody hens became mothers.

On Sunday we had four out of ten eggs hatch. We found three under the Jersey Giant and one under the Buff Orpington.

Oddly enough the three Buff Orpington chicks were under the Jersey Giant and the Jersey chick was under the Buff hen.

We waited until Tuesday morning but when none of the other eggs hatched my husband disposed of them. I will admit that we were a bit disappointed that we only had four chicks hatch.

The two hens are raising the chicks together, but it does seem like the Jersey hen is taking on more of the mothering role, teaching the chicks how to peck and scratch. The Buff stays nearby and definitely helps protect the chicks.

Today, Thursday, was their first day out of the coop.

Sometimes it seems like other hens are helping with the chicks as well.

At one point when Ranger decided the check out the babies. Both momma’s, several other hens and the rooster let him know that he was not welcome. They squawked and flew at him to chase him away. After being chased off again today Ranger has decided it’s best to avoid the group.

On Saturday we gave one of the other hens 5 eggs to sit on. This hen is so determined to brood. She has been sitting on a nest for about three weeks and each day my husband takes one or two eggs out from underneath her, trying to break her broodiness. It hasn’t worked. She just sits on her nest in the corner all day and hisses or squawks when he takes the eggs from her. After my husband gave her the 5 eggs she made some very happy clucking noises. So, in a few weeks we might have more babies (and more cute pictures). But we won’t count our chickens before they hatch.

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If I Were A Bird

Birds, Buff Orpingtons, Chickens, Chicks, Eggs, Killdeer, Nature, Reflections

A few weeks ago I gave my sister a pot of pansies. She has had it on her porch on a table between the chairs that she and her husband sit in to enjoy the outdoors. Last weekend she sent a picture of the nest a robin had built in the pot of pansies. I told her “If I were a robin I would build my nest there.” She wasn’t sure if the robin would lay eggs and raise babies there because she and her husband sit there often. Apparently, the robin is undeterred. 🙂 When I last talked to her there were two eggs in the nest.

If I were a bird I would not want to be a kildeer. On Thursday my husband and I witnessed a pair of kildeer with their three young babies. If you are not familiar with kildeer you can learn more about them here. I didn’t have my camera with me, but I doubt if I would have gotten any good photos as they were always in motion. The babies, which are up and running around within hours of hatching, are so cute, but boy do those parents have their wings full keeping track of the babies. It’s a good thing that both parents raise the young together as they usually have 3-5 babies (running every which way) and while the babies feed themselves, they are unable to fly until they are about 25 days old, thus they need protection from predators.

If I were a bird, I would likely be a chicken – in fact I’m sure I was called a mother hen more than once when my ‘chicks’ were young. 🙂 Much like kildeer, baby chickens are up and out of the nest very quickly. They also eat and drink on their own but rely on their mother (or humans) for warmth and protection. The rooster does not help raise chicks, but mother hens are generally very attentive and protective of their chicks.

We currently have several hens that are broody. If Buff Orpingtons have any fault, it’s their tendency to go broody. About two weeks ago we gave 10 eggs to one of the hens, the Buff Orpington in the corner of the picture below. Since then one of our Jersey Giants (the black hen pictured below) decided to share the parenting responsibilities.

Most of the time when the buff was on the nest the jersey would nestle up beside her. Sometimes the jersey would sneak a couple of the eggs and put them under herself. If the buff would leave the nest the jersey would take over. We did mark the original 10 eggs because sometimes we find an extra egg or two in the nest. Saturday my husband split the eggs giving each hen 5 eggs and so far the hens seem content that they each have their own clutch. We don’t know how long that will last.

We have about a week to wait until the babies are due to hatch. It will be interesting to see how this all plays out. I would love to have some little chicks running around and watch momma(s) raising them. I’ll keep you posted.

If you were a bird what kind of bird would you be? What kind of bird would you not want to be?