Yes, FORTY-SIX: 27 chickens, 14 ducks, three guinea fowl and two turkeys. I have no idea how that happened. And everyone wants to know when we're going to start eating them! (Never!) My male friends are the worst for that. I think three people have now suggested I name the turkeys "Christmas" and "Easter"!
No, we're not eating anybody. Just their eggs! And really, exactly how tasty do you think a five-year-old Charlotte would be?!
Instead, I am sprouting wheat for them all!
The farmer who gave me my Partridge Chantecler rooster Zydeco got me onto this. The chickens go bananas for the sprouts!
Day 1, you soak 1/2 cup of wheat kernels (I bought a huge bag from the feed mill) in a mason jar with holes punched in the lid.
Day 2, rinse and drain jar 1 , then put on side on windowsill. Start jar 2 (soak 1/2 cup kernels in water.)
Day 3, rinse and drain jar 1 rinse and drain jar 2, start jar 3.
Day 4, rinse and drain jars 1 - 3. Start another jar. Jar 1 is now ready to feed the chickens!
Keep repeating for happy hens. :)
Sprouts in progress!
The wheat before soaking.
Meanwhile, down in the barn...
Mr. Sexy, who we've named Carlton, tried to charm me!
Inari was less than impressed.
We named Carlton after a turkey my friend Amy used to have, and we named Inari after our friend's daughter who sometimes looks after our animals for us. She seems quite impressed to have a namesake turkey!
Yes Carlton, you are oh-so-sexy!
The duck seems dubious!
We had this one tantalizingly warm day on Tuesday. Everything was melting, the birds were all enjoying the great outdoors, then WHAM. Yesterday we got another 25 cm of snow and it was big huge mess!
But Tuesday was nice.
Warren was spreading his wings while the turkey strolled by.
He found himself a nice puddle to wash up in!
He's looking pretty good for an 8-year-old duck!
The girls came out to have baths too.
I am starting to think that spring may never arrive this year...