June on the farm

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On Tuesday evening we picked up our poultry at Wendy's on the hill in wilno. Three goslings had hatched and although we had only planned for two, we ended up with a trio. The hens and two gorgeous roosters were unceremoniously packed into feed sacks and arrived home no worse for wear except for one little grey silkie rooster who managed to flap off the back of the truck in his sack and hit the pavement with a fair thud. We put him in a pen by himself as he looked a bit damaged and hoped for the best and by morning he was eating and crowing and rambling around as if nothing ever happened.

I lay awake half the night anticipating the roosters crowing at sunrise. Which they did not...or at least not that I heard. I finally fell asleep again and when I got up at eight, they were crowing but the henhouse is so well insulated (and so is this house) that we don't hear them inside. I found three very fresh eggs underneath one of the silkies who is intent on brooding them so we had our own bacon and our own eggs for breakfast this morning!