Sunday, June 26, 2011
Little Jerry features an extended black ruff and a black tail while Russell is known for his streaked ruff and blackish tail. I believe Little Jerry should receive the nod as alpha male because he is the bravest of our flock, always the first to explore something new. For example, whenever I put a new object into the run, such as a feeder or a bowl with some treat, Little Jerry is always the first to be audacious enough to check out the item and pronounce it acceptable to the others. The others will often cower while Little Jerry explores this new thing. Little Jerry also usually leads the other chickens out of the coop in the morning. Now, Elaine will give her reasons for pronouncing Russell's superiority.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Starting Sunday when I will be fishing the New with Jimmy Dobes of Mahoney's Sports in Johnson City, Tennessee and Matt Frondorf of Buckeye Baits in Cincinnati, Ohio, I will begin a series of excursions that will take me to Virginia, West Virginia, and North Carolina upland rivers.
When I am not chasing after river smallies this summer, I will be seeking out brook trout in mountain rills or angling for stocked and wild trout in the same three states. Of course, trout fishing is my second favorite kind of angling.
One of the things I like best about these two kinds of fishing is that I can do well without a motorized boat, a considerable expense of course. For most kinds of trout fishing, all that is required is a desire to wade upstream. Summer is simply my favorite time to go fishing.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Well, this weekend has been a big chick adventure….. they
all went on a road trip. Bruce and I decided, after much discussion, to try them in
the chicken run a few hours each weekend day, when we could be outside with
them to deter predators. We have not
secured the top netting yet to protect against raptors.
Our plan on Saturday was to carry them out one by one in our
hands. On the first trip, Bruce and I
each had a chick, then I stayed in the run as he carried the rest one at a
time. Oh, the fear! The ones outside were motionless for
minutes. At last they began to creep
around, but as I was sitting on the grass, I became their security
blanket. At one point I had five chicks
in my lap, until one walked, clawed, and flew to my shoulder. First outdoor chick reminder: keep a plastic spoon in your pocket to scrape
chicken poop off your pants.
Three brave chicks ventured up the ramp to the open coop
door. Number 1 in line peered inside,
and when Numbers 2 and 3 tried to do the same, they pushed Number 1
inside. Of course they had to follow. All three stayed there, perched on the edge
of a nesting box, until Bruce lifted them out.
A final big adventure was making tiny forays into the “jungle”
– a thicket of day lilies inside their run. The first to do this caused quite a hubbub among the others as he
rustled around….lions, tigers, bears? Oh
Sunday, our daughter Sarah and her husband David came over
for lunch, and Sarah and I baby sat the chicks for several hours. When Bruce and I returned the chicks to the
indoors, we used a shorter and much more effective method - putting all of them
together into a plastic storage box. They sat safely on the bottom for the big
ride. The day’s adventure wore them out,
and they slept hard for most of the evening. In two weeks, we hope to have the chicks living in their coop and run full