Turkey Tracks: Some Favorite Recent Pictures

Turkey Tracks:  November 18, 2012

Some Favorite Recent Pictures

Three of the grandchildren and son Bryan have birthdays in September.

Remember the socks I was making out of leftover yarn?

Birthday socks–worn with very feminine white nightgowns purchased at a local Camden store:

Ailey Enright, the youngest grandchild for the moment, will be two the 25th of November.  She belongs to Bryan and Corinne, and she is intrepid.  No matter how cold the water, in she goes…

Bryan and Bowen (Mike and Tami’s oldest) were learning to surf.  Guess you will likely outdo both…

I love this one, taken on this same cold day.  Cousins–the oldest and the youngest:

Charleston cousins at Halloween:  the children of three families are represented here:  Mike and Tami, Bryan and Corinne, and Joey and Meaghan Kelly’s Meyer is in the red costume:

Talula is going to be a designer/artist of some sort.  She put this costume together herself, but got help with her eyes.  The photo is by Tara Derr Webb, who is clearly a mentor here and who is, herself, a working artist, a budding farmer, an amazing cook, and a gifted photographer.

Morning with Daddy:

Ailey with Uncle Michael:

Here are the Mike and Tami kiddos painting pumpkins with Uncle Joey and cousin Meyer.  Joey is Tami’s brother, and he’s so good with all these children.

First day in a new school.  I made the dress Mina is wearing, on the left, some years back.  Each girl had a matching dress, and I thought they were long outgrown.

Meyer Kelly on his quilt.  I love nothing better than to see a quilt I’ve made being used and loved:

Ditto, Owen Black on his quilt:

That’s all folks!

 

Turkey Tracks: Fox With Foot Fetish

Turkey Tracks:  November 18, 2012

Fox With Foot Fetish

We’ve had a few chuckles over this information.

You might remember that we lost two chickens to a fox about six weeks or so ago.  Our whole neighborhood had seen her/him from time to time.  Susan McBride and Chris Richmond, up at Golden Brook Farm, thought for a few days fox had gotten one of their sweet, new barn cats.  And, they breathed a sigh of relief when they took their crop of meat chickens to be slaughtered without any loss along the way.

Things died down, then neighbor Marina Schauffler sent me this post:

In case you’re in need of a little humor, here’s an update on the neighborhood fox thief. Your chickens aren’t the only victims. I have now lost FIVE shoes to our fox friend. I kick off shoes on our back porch and noticed that one (then two, then three) were missing, but thought the boys had knocked them off or moved them. When a hiking boot went missing this morning, I hopped online and found that there are foxes with a foot fetish—who steal shoes for their pups to play with! One in Germany got nicknamed Imelda (after Imelda Marcos) ‘cause she ran off with 120 shoes in one community! I have to laugh (even though it’s going to be costly replacing them!)—I wish I could have seen her hauling off the half-pound hiking boot!

My chickens are loose again.

So far, so good…

Turkey Tracks: Delicious!!! Massaged Kale

Turkey Tracks:  October 30, 2012

Massaged Kale

Well, you are in for a real treat.

Don’t hesitate for a moment to make Georgeanne Davis’s “Massaged Kale” recipe–which appeared in one of our local papers, THE FREE PRESS, last week.  She also included a Chocolate Beet Cake and Squash-Filled Potstickers, so I’m including the whole citation so you can read the column “Home & Garden” for yourselves: http://www.freepressonline.com/main.asp?SectionID=50&SubSectionID=72&ArticleID=22592.

Son Bryan is here visiting–actually he’s trapped here due to the strange storm calledSandy, which has cancelled most flights along the East Coast–so we made Massaged Kale–with lamb loin chops and the roasted veggie dish I love to make when it’s time to pick the green tomatoes.  I wrote about this recipe last year and you can find it under the recipe tab on the right sidebar.  Basically you roast cup up green tomatoes, a deep sweet squash like a Buttercup, some fresh potatoes, some onion–all garnished with fresh rosemary, garlic, salt, and olive oil.  The sour tomatoes work beautifully with the sweetness of the squash, and I look forward to this dish each fall.

John, Bryan, and I all loved the Massaged Kale, and John doesn’t even like kale very much.  The tiny bit we had left over was very good the next night as well–and I shared it between the three of us.

Plus, it’s easy to make.  You just wash the kale (I used enough from the garden to fill a big bowl–Davis recommends two bunches of kale) and tear it into bite-sized pieces–leaving out the stalk and tough stems.  Mix up the following and pour it over the leaves.  Then start to rub the leaves–kneading them–with your hands–until they get shiny/glossy and have reduced by half.  This part only takes a very few minutes–maybe 5 or less.

I think sauteed pine nuts sprinkled over the top would be good, too.  Or, toasted walnuts.  This plain base would also be good for sandwiches or further worked into a pesto, as Davis notes.

1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese

1/3 cup olive oil

1/4 cup lemon juice–I just used the juice of one lemon

3 large garlic cloves, minced–it might be nice to grind them down to a paste with the blade of your knife and a bit of good Sea Salt

1 Tablespoon soy sauce

1 minced anchovy fillet (I keep a tube of anchovy paste on hand and used that so I didn’t have to open a bottle just for one fillet)

Sea salt and pepper–go slow with added salt as the soy sauce and Parmesan cheese are also salty and I almost got my batch too salty…

ENJOY!!!

Turkey Tracks: Maine Woods are Fall Gorgeous

Turkey Tracks:  October 22, 2012

Maine Woods are Fall Gorgeous

I probably say this every year, but the Maine woods this fall are in full fall foliage and are gorgeous.

One day last week was what I call a “pumpkin day.”  The late afternoon light coming through the orange and gold trees turns everything orange and gold.  The very air shimmers with color.  That effect is very hard to capture with a camera.  And, anyway, mine was way upstairs, waiting to be downloaded.  So, I didn’t stop and at least try to capture the light effect.

Last Friday, John went with me to Hope’s Edge, and we stopped and took these pictures along the road.  A storm was coming in–and it did rain for two days–so the shimmering effect is not there.  But the flaming hillsides are…

And, here’s one John took:

Here’s a view from the front of our house to the wetland area down by the road:

Our house is ringed with gorgeous views in every direction.  The woods up close often feel like the trees have donned frilly dresses for us to admire.  Remember, we had a storm coming in, so the special light that filters through these leaves is missing.

Camden is full of “leaf peepers” at the moment.  I hope most of them get into the woods on our many trails, rather than just riding in buses and cars and seeing only the one picture of the woods–in full color, yes, but not the frilly dresses we see when we get closer.

Turkey Tracks: Dog House Chickies Update

Turkey Tracks:  October 20, 2012

Dog House Chickies Update

The Dog House Chickies are now nearly 3 months old and are close to being fully grown.  I closed up the dog house this week and put them into the big coop, where they are having a hard time of it.  As you may know, different coharts of chickens don’t like each other, especially at first, and the older bunch terrorizes the younger bunch.  Also, there is always a chicken who is the lowest on the pecking order, and that chicken takes an almost constant beating from some of the others.  It’s really quilt brutal.

(You can see earlier postings of these chicks by going to the right sidebar and clicking on chickens, under Turkey Tracks.)

Here’s what the three “chicks” look like now:

It’s hard to get a picture of all three of them close up as they are mostly wild.  Chickie Mommie (Sally) raised them entirely “on the economy” and taught them how to be safe.  Even when they were still in the dog house, I had to go out each night at dark and capture them in the large viburnum bush where they like to roost and physically put them into the dog house.

To remind, here’s a pic of Chickie Mommie (Sally) just after she brought her babies out of the dog house.  The chick in the foreground is the full-blooded Copper Black Maran.  See the feathered feet?  Note, too, the chick hiding beneath her body, just under her tail.

Sadly, about two weeks ago, a fox ate two of my chickens:  Annie, a full-blooded Copper Black Maran that I raised from an incubated egg and Chickie Mommie, one of the last two chickens from my original chickens.  She was a Wheaten Americauna and laid beautiful blue eggs.  Now I have one Copper Black Maran hen and one Wheaten Americauna.

I named one of the dog house chickies–Blackbird.  She’s the all-black chicken in the front of the first picture above.  I’m pretty sure she is a she since she’s very docile and acts like a hen.

Here’s a pic of the two mystery chickens:

I can’t tell which one is the Maran–I have to see his/her feathered feet.  The other one is the Americauna/Maran cross.  Both are looking like roosters…   The Maran, in particular, behaves like one.  But, the other  may well be a hen.  Maran roosters  have big combs and waddles, but Americaunas do not.  The highly colored feathers look like roosters.  I’ve never had the courage to upend either one of the two roosters we’ve had (Napolean and Cowboy) to look at their equipment to see if one can tell the sex.  Time will tell…

In any case, no names for these two as we cannot keep a second rooster.  Or, three of them.  Roosters fight, which is why on a farm they…provide meat.

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Turkey Tracks: Scrappy Knitted Blanket Update

Turkey Tracks:  October 20, 2012

Scrappy Knitted Blanket Update

I last posted an update on the knitted blanket I’m making back in mid July.  You can easily see that and earlier posts on this project by going to the right sidebar and clicking on the knitting category.  Earlier posts contain information about where I got the pattern–another blog–and how my knitting friends supplied me with their leftover yarn when I began to run out of color selections.

Here’s what the blanket looks like now:

The loose ends everywhere are either holding provisional stitches in place–they will be picked up when I do the edge–or are where I bound off the end of a block.  The binding off will get woven in when I finish the edges.  And I’ve adopted a practice of weaving ends in on the back as I finish each block.  That way the weaving in does not seem so daunting a project.

Since I started, I made the blanket wider–which is doable, but not as easy as starting it wide enough to begin with.  I’m now adding another two blocks of width since when Tami (daughter-in-law) was here a few weeks ago I couldn’t work on it because she wrapped herself up in it every night.  (I have a firm position that a heavy–and it is heavy–wool blanket is not appropriate for South Carolina.)  Anyway, Tami thinks it should be wide enough for two people to snuggle beneath it, so I’m now making it a bit wider still.  And, I’ll make it another row or two wider.  Knitting master Giovanna McCarthy is going to help me decide whether or not to crochet an edge or use the straight i-cord edge the designer used.

What I love about this project–in addition to the fact that it uses up leftover yarn–is that it looks like a quilt.  Here’s a closeup of the “on-point blocks”:

The “varigated” blocks happen when I combine several thinner yarns to make a thicker one.  And the bar in the middle happens as you decrease stitches in the middle to make the diamond shape.  It takes me about 40 minutes or so to make one block, but the work of it is very soothing, and I absolutely love choosing which colors will sit nicely next to other colors.  I work on it at night while we watch “stories” on television (movies, tv series, etc.)  I don’t think I could have watched the recent political debates (presidential, vice-presidential) without also knitting the blanket.

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Turkey Tracks: Blue Hubbard Squash

Turkey Tracks:  October 20, 2012

Blue Hubbard Squash

I’ve been fascinated with Blue Hubbard squash for some years now.

Last year, I planted seeds, but nothing came of them.  This year we had a very rainy, cool June, and I planted cucumbers and zucchini about five times before any of the plants really got going.  The zucchini finally produced enough for us to enjoy zucchini on a regular basis.  The cukes finally produced two small fruits in early September.  (Fortunately neighbor Susan McBride had plenty of cukes in her amazing hoop houses at Golden Brook Farm, so I made some of Sandor Ellison Katz’s New York pickles from his WILD FERMENTATION–and they were absolutely delicious.)

And, I kept planting Blue Hubbard squash in the long front bed where I also planted strawberries for next year.  Here’s what the vine looked like in late August–the pic is taken from the upper porch, looking down.

Nice, I thought.  Decorative even.  Lots of blossoms, too, but…  Then I noticed a pale growth underneath the leaves on the lower right, up next to the porch.

It was a BIG fruit.  Still green, still not blue, but a BIG fruit.  I held my breath about frost and left it alone.  I picked it about a week ago and put it into the garage to “sugar off” for a bit.  Squash almost always need to sit for a bit of time after harvest to get really sweet.

Here’s how BIG my Blue Hubbard got:

It’s as big as a chicken.  Bigger even.

Back in the day, folks would cut a hunk out of a Blue Hubbard for dinner and just leave the rest in a cool place for the next meal.  I’m sure I posted a blog on roasting one I bought last year–which is what I will do with this one.  I’ll cut it in half, scoop out the seeds, roast it in the oven (face down), scoop out the flesh and store it in meal-sized portions in the freezer.  It makes a nice pie, too.  The flesh is mellow, nutty, and lovely.

The squash I planted in the blue tubs also did REALLY well this summer.  Here’s a pic from sometime in, probably, July.

We harvested a box full of squash:  two beautiful little pie pumpkins, eight or ten butternuts, a buttercup, five or six delicatas, and an assortment of small blue hubbards that are probably edible.  I’ll plant squash here again.

Turkey Tracks: BEDBUGS! THEY CAN HAPPEN TO YOU!

Turkey Tracks:  September 7, 2012

BEDBUGS!  THEY CAN HAPPEN TO YOU!

My mother had a horror of bedbugs.

She inherited that horror, of course, as she grew up before DDT mostly eradicated bedbugs by the 1950s.  She told a story about someone bringing an old table into Big House in Reynolds, Georgia, when she was a child.  My grandmother saw a bedbug on it and had the table taken immediately to the back yard and burned.

Mother and my Aunt Susan, many times, told how each week all the household laundry went out to the farm where it was boiled, hung on lines and bushes and fences to dry, ironed, and returned—spotlessly white and, now I realize since heat kills them, bedbug free.

Well, like a recurring nightmare, bedbugs are back and they’re back in force.  Now, they’re pesticide resistant, and these opportunistic hitchhikers are spreading like crazy since everyone is traveling so much more and so much wider in the world than ever before.  Acquiring bedbugs is a factor of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, not a factor of how clean or dirty your house might be.

I discovered them in our master bedroom three weeks ago when I went to change the sheets, which I do without fail every single week.  Their presence was signaled by what looked like a spray of black ink spots on our very pretty ecru-colored bed skirt.  On the underside, lay an adult, some smaller ones about the size of fleas, and my, to date, unmitigated horror.  This bed sits right next to a large, dry storage room under the eaves, where we stored our luggage.  We had been in the wrong place at the wrong time on our May/early June trips to Charleston, SC, and Essex, NY.  Both times we stayed in a hotel or an inn.  And, of course, our luggage rubbed up next to other luggage on all of our flights.    

If I can get bedbugs in my house, which I keep clean, which gets professionally cleaned every week, which isn’t cluttered, which is a place where “everything has a place” and where things are returned promptly to that place, which is a place where laundry is done promptly, you can too. 

So, what to do next?

Every web site I investigated cautioned against trying to deal with bedbugs yourself.  Any of you who read this blog at all know that I am categorically against spraying toxic poisons to kill bugs except in extreme circumstances—and then with the knowledge that the spray may be more harmful, long-term, than the bug you want to kill.  However, we did spray a few years back when carpenter ants in those same dry storage rooms under the eaves (there was a small leak in the roof and the wet wood drew them inside) were making 6-inch piles of sawdust every single day.  Three years later, we are still finding dead ant bodies that fall to the floor if they cross the toxic barrier.  And, for months and months afterwards, any time I spent in the room outside the dry storage room where the ants had been the worst resulted in dizziness, headaches, and nausea. 

Nevertheless, we felt we were between a rock and a hard place with the bedbugs.  They were spreading, clearly.  They were tucked into the outside seams of the mattress and the box springs in several places.  And, since I dragged laundry down two floors of stairs every week, we feared we might have spread them to the laundry room area and god knows where else. 

We called in Modern Pest Services, and we discussed options.  Doing a “green” heat treatment of the whole house (heaters and big fans) would have cost almost $4,000 and had no guarantee and did not put up any additional protection against further hitchhikers that may come in.  After a home inspection, we opted for the spray, and MPS sent us a pre-spray prep sheet that made us realize the full extent of the process of getting rid of bedbugs. 

The master bedroom and everything on that whole floor had to be completely stripped of anything that might harbor any part of the two-week life cycle of the bedbugs—from the hard-to-see translucent eggs and first nymphs to the adults, which can be about the size of your little fingernail.  (There are many good web sites with pictures and good information—so take a look so you’ll recognize them.  The adults look like wingless roaches.) 

Before the sprayer came, I had to strip, wash, and, most importantly, dry for at least 45 minutes in a hot dryer, everything I could.  Only heat kills bedbugs reliably.  We have feather beds on all the beds, and they don’t fit in our washer, so that meant dragging them to the local Laundromat and sitting for nearly two hours while they washed and dried.  Feather beds are big and bulky; they take up a huge amount of space in the car, and there is only one washer big enough for one of them at the Laundromat, so that meant many separate trips and lots and lots of money. 

The 11-year old washer had been acting up—not pumping out water properly—and it, of course, went almost right away.  (There’s some sort of cosmic law about machines or plumbing breaking when you need them to perform.)  So, that meant EVERYTHING had to go to the Laundromat.  All the bedding from five beds—the kiddos had just left.  The curtains from the master bedroom.  All the clothes in the drawers.  (We determined one day that John has at least a hundred pairs of socks that had to be heat treated and rematched.)  Shoes had to be dragged out of closets so the sprayer could get to the closet floor and to the four dry storage areas in the upper two bedrooms which are behind two of the closets.  All the luggage had to be taken down three floors to the garage—where they are awaiting treatment still on the garage’s second floor. 

All the treated clothes had to be put into plastic bins or bags so they would not be reinfected.  We had to vacate that master bedroom, of course, so we risked spreading the bedbugs to the middle floor and the guest bedroom.  One night I was so tired that I could not physically carry the plastic bins I had filled at the Laundromat from the car back into the house and drag them up two floors.  The next day, a friend came and carried them all back inside for me.  I am and will be eternally grateful to him.   

All the furniture had to be pulled out from the baseboards—which means intensive vacuuming behind everything.  (The vacuum bags get sealed and thrown away.)  All the pictures have to be removed so their backs can be sprayed.  (I stored all the hanging quilts.)  All electrical outlets have to be cleared and cords have to be removed from near baseboards.  The sprayers put a powder into every outlet as the bedbugs can and do travel along wires inside the walls—which is why they are so hard to eradicate in apartment buildings.  Every piece of furniture gets sprayed—beds, couches, chairs, baskets, whatever.  Bedbugs love cracks and crevices and try to live within close range of their food source:  you.

It takes the sprayer about two hours to spray our house and about four hours for everything to dry—which means you have to be out of the house for a minimum of six hours.  (They spray the foundations outside as well.)  When we returned, we had to put everything back in place—all the pulled out furniture, all the couch pillows, and so on and so on.  We have to do it all again next Monday, which is the second spraying—which comes two weeks after the first.  Any eggs that have escaped and any bedbugs that have possibly hatched and escaped being poisoned will be caught this go-round.  I think the spray renders the bedbugs unable to reproduce, but I have to check that for sure.

So far, I have tolerated the spray fairly well.  I am itching all over, especially on rainy days, and I have some breaking out on my skin, but so far, it’s an ok tradeoff to get rid of the bedbugs.   I have no idea about the long-term implications.  Only, anyone can bring in a new hitchhiker at any time—so we are instituting some controls from here on out—discussed below.

First, let me say that treating for bedbugs is not cheap.  The spraying is about $900 and occurs twice in the initial treatment and then quarterly for a year.  The Laundromat has been at least $150.  Trying to do all the drying and washing at home would take way too long, given the spraying schedule, even if the washer had not died.  We bought “encasement” covers for every single mattress and box spring—they keep the bedbugs in if you have them and out if you don’t.  All the web sites say to get good ones that will last at least two years without tearing and that have tiny-teeth zippers that the nymphs can’t get through.  (It does not work to just throw out the mattress and box springs as the bedbugs will reenter anything new from, for instance, the bed itself.)  We got Allerzip, which range from $80 each (Amazon.com if they have the right size) to $116 each on the bedbug sites.  We bought a dry steam sprayer that we can use to treat suitcases, small rugs, clothing, and anything else you want to steam clean:  $300, www.Vapamore.com.  I’m actually excited about the steam cleaner as it will get into places it’s hard to clean.     

Why am I telling you this horrible story?  Because I was totally clueless about this growing problem, and I’m hoping to help you prevent what occurred to us.

So, what can you do to prevent getting bedbugs?  Here are some suggestions in no particular order.

If you travel, take precautions.  Don’t bring luggage into a hotel room until you have stripped back the bedding and looked for bedbug evidence—you’re looking for small black tar-like dots.  Or, a white residue in the dresser drawers.  And, you can check online to see if the hotel/motel you’re using has had recent bedbug episodes—to be fair, most have.  If you find evidence, ask for a new room.

Don’t put your suitcase on the bed or on the floor.  Use the luggage rack.  Or, someone recently told me, put the suitcase in the tub. 

When you get home, unpack suitcase contents at the washer/dryer and put everything into either the washer (to be dried for 45 minutes after washing) or into the dryer. 

Don’t store the suitcase inside the house unless you treat it first:  steam clean it or, in hot climates, put it into a plastic bag and put it outside for a day or two.  Temps must get to the 140 degree range inside that bag, however.  Cold might not kill bedbugs—they can go dormant.  And, they can live over two years without feeding.

My sister is returning to using a hard suitcase, which isn’t a bad idea.  Duffle bags could be dried in a dryer.

Work out a procedure for guests. We’re going to give them a laundry basket into which they can put suitcase contents; we’re going to steam clean the suitcase; we’re going to store it in the garage in a plastic bag until time to pack again.  We’re going to be ruthless about this procedure.

Put encasement covers on all your mattresses and box springs.  They’re really quite nice.  They’re a silky material, not hard plastic.

Don’t bring used/secondhand clothing or furniture into the house without treating them first.  I’ve already heard from several people about people inheriting used sofas, for instance, and introducing bedbugs.

Keep things simple:  get rid of bed skirts and fabric that dangles on the floor.

Recognize that the old saying—“sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite”—has a whole new meaning today.

Turkey Tracks: Dog House Chickies Update 2

Turkey Tracks:  July 28, 2012

Dog House Chickies Update 2

Mother hen Sally brought her babies out into the world early this morning.

When I unlocked the doghouse door, she came out immediately, then went back inside again to get her babies, and out they came, pouring through the door after her.

Three babies.  Two Americauna Wheaten/Copper Black Maran crosses and one CBM.  Sally and Cowboy and all the mothers batted 4 for 4 on this one as all four eggs hatched.

The fourth chick-the one who crawled away from her in the night and got too cold was on top of the food bowl this morning–dead but not stiff.  S/he must have lasted for the past two nights and one day.  And I think Sally stayed inside with him/her until it was clear s/he was dead.

Sally talks to the babies constantly.  She immediately began to scratch in the dirt and show them tiny somethings (??) to eat.  They run to her and eat the whatevers when she calls them.  Every so often, she takes them back to the doghouse for water and the ground-up feed I’ve made for them.  I need to put some Apple Cider Vinegar into their water now.  And, soon I’ll supplement with milk and scrambled eggs laced with garlic.

Those chicks came pouring out of the doghouse, but the lip is fairly tall.  I found a small ramp in the garage so they can return easily when they get ready to rest.

Sally’s definitely got them in school however–all the while chasing away an overenthusiastic chipmunk that’s plaguing them.  By noon, they are now scratching in the dirt themselves.  And they’ve learned that when she shrieks like a banshee and flashes her wings and spreads her tail out, they are to run to her and take cover.  Only, as I clipped her wings, she does not have full use of all her primary feathers as protection.  Clipping her wings didn’t work anyway.  She just hops to the fence top, balances, and goes over at will.

Gradually, they’ve moved away from the doghouse into other parts of the pen:

So where are the other hens and the rooster you might ask?

They have gone quite mad in the past few days.  There have been major fights among the hens and overwhelming emotions swirling around the whole pen.  Annie Chickie, the hen I raised, is one of the worst offenders.  There is absolutely no way I’d turn these crazy ladies loose with Sally and her chicks.  So for the moment, they are locked into the coop and cage.  And they are so NOT HAPPY about that.  So far this morning, I’ve brought them June bugs, fresh chard, milk and bread, and replenished their water.  They always have access to a mixture of organic whole grains and dried peas and lentils.  I give them some handfuls of millet most days as a scratch feed.

Friends  Ronald VonHeeswjik and Nicholas came to discuss how to manage this situation this morning.  We decided to leave the hens and rooster locked up for a day or two–the coop and cage are quite large actually–and to see if Sally gradually takes the chicks further afield.  She will sooner or later.  Once older, the chicks will be able to avoid the older hens.  And, if we need to move the doghouse to free the hens, we’ll do it at night when Sally and the chicks are inside.  I’ve figured a place to put them that they’ll like, that has cover, and that is shaded and cool.P

Pray for the babies to be HENS!

Turkey Tracks: Dog House Chicks Update

Turkey Tracks:  July 26, 2012

Dog House Chicks Update

It’s cool and overcast here in mid-coast Maine this morning.

I’m wearing jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt, and my long, hot shower felt really good this morning.

We are all hoping for a steady rain as everything is really, really dry here.  My garlic is already turning brown, about a month too early.  As of noon, however, no rain.

Last night, I rescued the brown-egg chick, releasing her/him from her/his shell as s/he wasn’t getting anywhere and was drying out like the silver chick.  I think that these hatching eggs are supposed to stay under the hen and Sally is putting them in front of her.  I have to ask Rose what is normal…  I put the very weak and cold chick under Sally before I went to bed last night.

When I checked the doghouse early this morning, this last, large, Maran chick was not under Sally, but was right at the front door.  I thought s/he must surely be dead.  But when I picked up what I thought would be the carcass, it moved weakly.  S/he was so cold, but was still barely alive.  I tried to give it some water and forcibly placed it underneath Sally, but I don’t have much hope for this baby.

I thought about bringing it inside and getting out the heat lamp and a box.  But, I thinking that if the chicks don’t have the strength to get back under the mother hen, they won’t make it and will never be really right.  The time to rescue this chick would have been last night.

One of the other chicks was out and next to Sally, but the other three were clearly under her–though I have no idea if the little silvery chick is alive or not.  At least I know there are two healthy chicks.

While I was fixing the dog’s breakfast, I could hear the chicks peeping through the kitchen window.  Indeed, John and I could hear them in the living room while we had tea/coffee.  They are LOUD!  Refreshingly loud.