It’s all going on down in the orchard. The pear tree is laden with super sized fruits which I needed to pick and wrap individually in newspaper and store in a cool place for the winter.
The geese watched with interest and nibbled at some small potatoes that I threw onto the ground for them and for the chickens. But really the geese are grass grazers and use their rows of small sharp teeth to pull up the blades and also, occasionally to nip me on my hand. I now have a “goose stick” that I brandish at the gander if he looks as though he might attack me. I tell him ” don’t bite the hand that feeds you!” As I give them their evening mash of pellets mixed with water.
As for the chicks, they discovered that some of the chicken wire had been put on upside down so the gaps in the wire were just big enough for them to push through and “play” in the vegetable garden. Jeremy shooed them back into the orchard and put up some extra lengths of wire so, for now chicks, the fun is over!


Pleace do not bight the. Hand that feeds you
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