Bonnies first morning at Pollys Field, she proceeded to slip out of the isolation pen into Pasture Two. I pulled up to see the rest of the herd standing off and staring at her. She didnt care--shed found the new grass. At least I didnt find any worms in this mornings deposit. Bonnie doesnt show any signs of a virus or such, and the others were avoiding the stranger, so if she does have something contagious, the chances of transmission are smaller. Not going to be satisfied until I watch the roosters dissect the poop. Lacking a microscope, I use the old farmers rule of worm detection: if the chickens spend a lot of time picking, scratching and eating, theres got to be something there to eat. Positive point: she now knows the fence is hot. She wouldnt come back through the break she created, so I led her back around. Soon as I touched the halter, she froze and was a good, obedient girl. She was a handful when Rhonda Weaver walked her yesterday evening, until my beloved began singing to her. Then Bonnie settled right in. Hurt my heart to see her dive in to breakfast like that--no critter, two or four-legged, should be so hungry. Due to the temperature last night, we blanketed Bonnie, but even tightened all the way down, Junes blanket still hung on her. We have a long way to go, and a short time to get there.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 14:03:29 +0000
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