Notes from Windward: #68


Oana's Winter Update

The animals bear the cold bravely

     This winter has been a very snowy one, and at times, absolutely frigid. The animals have been putting up with it allright. Here's a little overview of what's going on with everybody.


     A few days ago, while feeding the guinea hens, I noticed that two of them were limping or refusing to walk. Their feet were twisted and frozen. Since they still live outside in their hutch, the only effective thing I thought I could do for them was move them into Vermidise with the rabbits and chicks. Yesterday I recruited Andrew and Opalyn and we managed to catch three of them and put them in a new pen in Vermidise (which Katie and I built some months back, just in case we needed an extra bird home). The others escaped. Two of them we caught this afternoon with many adventures, and the last one is still on the loose. We'll get it eventually and put it in the warm greenhouse with its flock.



They whine, but they're doing fine.


They're hanging out in Vermadise, warming up the place and being quiet. Nothing new.


     The sheep are pretty much unfazed by the cold or snow, although the rain gets them a little cranky. Junior, whom we left with the ladies after the Chaucer fiasco, has started headbutting them. Since the ladies are likely pregnant by this point, it's risky to have Junior messing around like that. So, with a little coaxing and encouraging, we led him to Chaucer's pen, where Chaucer chased him around a bit for good measure. Now they hang out together and occasionally headbutt each other for fun.


For those of you who don't know about the Chaucer problem... After hanging out with the ladies for a good month, Chaucer the ram began getting very aggressive with everyone. He hurt Katie and Walt by headbutting them violently for no apparent reason and without any significant warning. The last straw was when he chased me until I had to take refuge in the garden and run to get help putting him away in a separate pen.

Darkwing      His foot seems to be doing a lot better these days, and he is using it to hop around and stabilize himself. In the spring, I think he should have a shot at being reunited with the duck flock. Right now, I have a feeling he thinks he's just a special kind of chicken.



     Look how big they've gotten!

     I can hear clucking now, as the peeps are fading away into chick-hood. Let's see how many hens we get...


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