Most of you correctly identified "Who" in my last post. She was on a rescue mission. One of the last hatched chicks was way in the back corner of the brooder house and she was catching it so it could be moved to safer quarters. Her compassion seems to be unlimited even if the cameo shot was less than flattering.
While I was away, she hired some folks to come in and chop some wood and clear out some of the downed trees here for me to use for firewood this winter. The lady who was helping with the project absolutely fell in love with Sneezey, the cute calico tiger striped orphan kitten from the vet's office. Sneezey is an extremely people oriented kitten and craves constant attention as a result of being hand raised. Since we had a more than ample supply of rodent catchers, Evelyne agreed that the lady could take Sneezey home with her. I am sure the cat will continue to be spoiled.
Along those lines, however, do you see a pattern here? It seems like every other time I go away for more than a couple of nights, one (or more) of the creatures at Prairie House finds a new home. I'm sure Rascal, Pete, Slippers and Ginger will reside here on a permanent basis, but all the others better be prepared for new owners at any time.
The population change didn't stop with the departure of Sneezey, however. Mark and John came to pick up Blanco to go to their house to take care of their herd for a while. Along with them they bought us two freshly processed turkeys for the holidays which I'm sure will not end up in the freezer prior to being cooked. Fresh, organically grown, heritage turkey...it doesn't get much better than that. BUT in addition to the featherless ones they brought, they also gave us a trio of Royal Palm Turkeys for the 
homestead. What beautiful birds. They haven't been here long enough to determine what kind of personality they have, but from all I've heard, turkeys can be quite entertaining.
Capturing Blanco was a real challenge. He knew something was up, and he has always been suspicious when he sees us with a lead in our hands. We tried persuading him with green tomatoes. He really wanted those, but he wanted to avoid being caught even more. We chased him into a smaller pen where he would be easier to catch, then herded him into the corner of the pen. So far, so good. As Evelyne approached to grab his collar he sprang into the air and knocked her to the ground. As near as we could see, he was about to trample her, and her head was in line with his front feet. A goat as heavy as he is can do major damage to a woman as small as she is. We all stared, wide eyed, yelling and filled with dread and panic. Blanco jumped completely over her and missed her entirely. She was unscathed and won't even need to toss her underwear into the laundry. After we discerned she was unharmed, we again pursued the creature into another corner. With two men holding his horns and one holding his neck, we managed to get the lead on his collar. The collar he had was too tight with all the winter fur he has now, so we had to switch the collar for a larger one before the men let go of him. He wasn't a happy camper, but did get to the truck without causing anyone to kiss the dirt. Loading him took two men and two women, but he will be really happy once he gets to his final destination.
How was my vacation? Pretty boring compared to being at Prairie House. The fleece jacket they gave me is a nice one and they will be shipping me an ice cream maker in the next few days as well, so I guess I had a good trip. I don't anticipate going again until January. They have offered me another leather jacket for that trip.
homestead. What beautiful birds. They haven't been here long enough to determine what kind of personality they have, but from all I've heard, turkeys can be quite entertaining.
Capturing Blanco was a real challenge. He knew something was up, and he has always been suspicious when he sees us with a lead in our hands. We tried persuading him with green tomatoes. He really wanted those, but he wanted to avoid being caught even more. We chased him into a smaller pen where he would be easier to catch, then herded him into the corner of the pen. So far, so good. As Evelyne approached to grab his collar he sprang into the air and knocked her to the ground. As near as we could see, he was about to trample her, and her head was in line with his front feet. A goat as heavy as he is can do major damage to a woman as small as she is. We all stared, wide eyed, yelling and filled with dread and panic. Blanco jumped completely over her and missed her entirely. She was unscathed and won't even need to toss her underwear into the laundry. After we discerned she was unharmed, we again pursued the creature into another corner. With two men holding his horns and one holding his neck, we managed to get the lead on his collar. The collar he had was too tight with all the winter fur he has now, so we had to switch the collar for a larger one before the men let go of him. He wasn't a happy camper, but did get to the truck without causing anyone to kiss the dirt. Loading him took two men and two women, but he will be really happy once he gets to his final destination.
How was my vacation? Pretty boring compared to being at Prairie House. The fleece jacket they gave me is a nice one and they will be shipping me an ice cream maker in the next few days as well, so I guess I had a good trip. I don't anticipate going again until January. They have offered me another leather jacket for that trip.
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