The heat broke last night, bringing with it a storm and cloudy morning, but delightfully cooler temperatures.
I went out to take scraps to the chickens yesterday evening and the stench coming from the coop was unbelievable. Not the usual chicken smell, not the coop needs cleaning smell, just an awful sulphurous odor. Knowing that the eggs that should have hatched last Friday or Saturday were still under Broody Hen and were to be secreted away after dark last night, I checked. She had bailed when one of the unfertilized eggs had exploded, thus the smell. Plans changed and I carefully removed the nest and it’s contents to the compost pile, sure to attract some unwanted creature to the pile. This meant that I could not sub the two garage chicks for the eggs. After dark, I took them out and placed them with the Momma hen that is raising their siblings. She looked at them and settled back down. The three coop raised chicks don’t sleep under her any longer, they sleep in front of her.
When all the chooks were let out this morning, the two were conspicuously absent outdoors. A peek into the coop and the two Little’s came running to my hand. They have been handled so much in the garage brooder that they are not fearful of me or of Daughter. I tried to encourage them out the pop door and down the ramp, but they just don’t seem ready yet.
I will leave them alone except for giving them an escape place in the coop and hope that they acclimate to the other inhabitants and don’t end up reinjured and requiring a return to the brooder.
The current color of summer is yellow; chicks, sunflowers, coreopsis, rudbeckia, bronze fennel, and squash.
The rain has also encouraged fungi.
Not what we need growing on our deck, this must be eradicated.
Less colorful lacy ones growing in the spoiled hay.
A bit of purple with echinacea, comfrey, and coleus.
I love the colors of summer on our mountain farm.