I Dig Turtles!

No really I do...let me explain. ( Buy the way this is my first post - Jill has done all the previous posts and since its so hot outside I'm looking for things to do inside where its cool.)
Back to the story - since we have been so lucky to have this extreme drought, I took advantage of the drying pond (they call them tanks in Texas) to dig it out.  The main idea was that when/if it finally does rain we would have a nice new tank that was deeper and would hold more water.  When I was getting close to completing the big dig I noticed a blob of mud was moving.  It turned out to be this Alligator Snapping Turtle.  I cleaned him off and relocated him to our larger pond.

 

He was not too happy at first - he had this eerie low pitched hiss when you got close to him - you might be able to hear it in the video.  Moved another large turtle today but it was not a snapper.

Babies, babies, babies

Several weeks ago, I mentioned to my friend Jennifer from Slow Food Farms that we had several broody hens.    She offered some fertile eggs (she has a rooster...we don't) for the broody hens to sit on.   We placed a dozen eggs in 6 different nest boxes in the mothership and selected our cranky broody hens to sit on them.   We marked on the calendar 21 days and the journey began.   The whole process is fasinating, but there are some particular notes of interest.   The hens sit most of the day and night on the nest, only occasionally getting up to potty, drink and eat.  Ours seemed to get up first thing in the morning when the coop was opened.   The hens know to keep a certain temperature on the eggs.  When they need warmth, they fan their feathers and make a big fluffy tent to cover.  If the eggs are warm enough, they'll stand up a little over the top with their wings jutting out.   The hens are the best incubators, they turn the eggs and will kick a egg out that is rotten!   Finally this past Monday evening, we opened the nest box to discover a little chick!    Like two kids on Christmas morning, the next day  we scrambled out to see if there were more.    5 more!   Wednesday brought us 3 more chicks, and as of this morning, Thursday August 11th, there is one little fluffy baby in there.    We are very excited that our first hatch has brought us this many chicks so far.   And with great probability, we will have a rooster and can start the process all over again soon.

In addition to baby chicks, we have a new calf on the farm.    And it is a HE.   After the incident with the vet, we carefully checked the sex on our new miniature hereford calf.    We knew her mother Betty was expecting.....she looked like she going to explode with milk the past few days.    It is a hot dog day of summer to be giving birth, but the calf looks healthy and beautiful.   And like Ward says...we have another mouth to feed.    We have been feeding hay for many weeks now to the cattle.   We had them on a rotation of fields, but alas, we're at the end of the rotation and the grass on the beginning fields is not sturdy enough for them to come back.   So they are in an upper part of our property that has the last bit of grass and now a big hay ring.    This is the best area for them to camp out for awhile.  There are quite a bit of trees, and the shady glen was perfect for Betty to have her calf.   We're hoping in a few more weeks, the heat will break and bring the animals and US relief.

The Heat Continues.....

The biggest problem with the heat is the inability to get much done. There are a few precious hours in the morning before it gets too hot that we scramble to get as much done as possible. We're still working on ripping the interior out of the old buildings to build out a processing facility for chickens and some storage, and the other building we're going to make into an equipment shed. The equipment shed had structure on the outside that had previously been a brooder. We plan on rebuilding and continue to use it as a brooder.

We spent a couple days helping our friends Jenn and Harry process chickens. It was good practice for us. Plus Jennifer is a great conversationalist.

Yesterday the bull got out...again. We really couldn't tell where...maybe he just jumped over the fence? We couldn't find any breached fence line. Fortunately, he was hungry and was more than willing to follow a food bag back to the pasture.

Then this morning when we stepped out to do our chores...we could hear a calf bellowing loudly. We went to investigate and found her mother, one our Zebu cows, up to her legs in the muck in the middle of the pond ward has been trying to clean out. I was very concerned, but Ward did a fabulous job of tying a rope around her horns and pulling her out. He had a method of pulling a little bit, then letting her right herself by getting her feet back underneath her. Then he would pull some more. The poor cow was exhausted, her eyes were rolled up in her head. But she finally emerged muddy, but all right. All the cattle watched the whole event, and the bull stayed with her for a long time afterwards. Ward had me take photos and additionally I yelled "Come on COW" the whole time. This was my contribution....otherwise I would have just stood there wringing my hands.