My son arrives tomorrow to help finish up the planting of the CSA-ing Scrabble Hill Farm. The baby chicks arrived yesterday evening, here in Great Village, from a hatch further up the hill in Londonderry. Kevin and Heather [check out the website: http://www.activelifefarm.ca] are trying out different breeds, heritage breeds, utilizing stock obtained from the Annapolis Valley, in order to find and develop a good and hardy local bird for meat production, and also for laying. I have 16 Black Australorps and 24 of my grandma Laura Melvina's old standby, the Rhode Island Red... and, alas, as is often the case with these petit dynamos, a minor tragedy has struck. I'd noticed one Australorp seeming to be wanting to doze and being a little bit picked on and bumped over by the others...vowed to keep an eye on him/her [he looks like a 'he' so will deem it so], and thus it was during my next check on the flock that I found him in a little space in a corner, cold and shivering. He's now resting in a box on a towel beside the computer under a lamp, having taken a little sustenance. Don't know if he'll make it, but I now think I know the meaning of the word hospital...there's intervention, and some of it is painful and intrusive, and one is not always sure that the right thing's being done...but you try your best.
Getting the heifers at Limestone Mountain, and the baby chicks here, at Scrabble Hill...big step for me, after the sadness of 2007.
I need to get a digital camera.
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