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Chicken wars and lamb tales (tails?)

It’s spring and males fight for domination as hens (and geese) lay more and more eggs. The goose fights are terrible to hear and behold. The cockerels go at it, usually, when we are out of sight.

The sheep and lambs had managed to push open a gate last night and were munching grass in the “wrong” quarter of the field. A bucket of pellets saw them running back at double quick time.

The lambs are a delightful sight even on a damp Monday morning.
Dotty is a slow riser and an even slower feeder

In the old quail house the two sets of Silkie mothers keep their chicks apart. Mum with the seven chicks is fierce if any of the other five and their two mothers approach her brood

There’s a take to tell about the chick with the bald neck. I’ll try to find time later. She had a miraculous escape in more ways than one

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