After much hammering, sawing and sweeping, the back corner of our barn has been transformed into a cosy pen for our two latest residents.
Meet Stella and Beulah. Named respectfully after two great-grandmothers.
Our 7 week old “kids” arrived last week from my friend Robin’s farm. Robin is a local farmer and paramedic who I went to school with from Kindergarten right through high school. When these two little twin girls were born she texted me that they should be mine. I, of course, could not agree more!
The cats are having a difficult time accepting that the pen was not being built for their pleasure, and that there are now creatures in their universe that they are unable to kill or intimidate. It’s quite funny to watch them face-off. The goats are unfazed.
Phase One: chickens, has gone smoothly. The “ladies” aren’t as eager for their kisses anymore, but endure them nonetheless. They are fully grown now and quite beautiful. Check out this picture of Henrietta (who is not typically welcomed into the house but snuck in by one of the girls)! They will be laying for us by the end of summer.
Now, it’s time to find some work clothes. I can’t be mucking out pens in my summer dresses and sandals!
Or, can I?
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Those poor cats – no longer the centre of attention! They will double up their efforts and bring you more bodies without heads…