I left off with we had just got the last 16 chick. So stop me if you have heard this one...LOL
We had the chicks in side by the fire place for about a day and then Cheryl put and end to that. Out side I fenced them in around the fire place (that doesn't work) in the garage. The Turkeys and Chicks were living together in not so much harmony. We lost five chicks before I figured out it was the turkeys killing them. The Turkeys would walk up to the chicks and just stump on the their heads, so that was the end of their communal living. Which also meant more work, two feeders, two waterers, two floors to clean, but that stopped it no more chicks died.

For the second chicken tractor I found a place that sells used lumber not to far from me. Because I did have to use old skids I could design the tractor to be lighter and I might have gotten a like cocky and made it bigger. The only thing I would change about this one is that I would have painted the inside before letting the chickens in, too late now. I am still trying to find a waterer, like on the first tractor, that is gravity feed and shuts off when the bowl is full. Now you are up to date on the chicks. O one last thing, the chicks as they grow don't seem to be Buff Orpingtons, Three do, you can see two of them just to the left of the kids in the picture the rest are white, not Buff. I'm going to see what they look like at 20 weeks and if they are still not buff I will be going back to have a talk with the guy that sold them to us.
It was about three weeks ago now that the kids and I decided to go for a walk one day instead of sit in the paddock (so Tamara will come out of the barn and eat). So by the time we got back from the walk and put Hailey to bed for her nap Nate and I were about two hours late for our daily visit to the goats. When I first entered the paddock I found it odd that Tamara didn't greet us, as I entered the barn I found out why. Troy was dead! He some how tipped the feeder I built onto himself (the feeder doesn't weight much it is just four 2x4's). Tamara must of seen what happened and in a effort to help tried to come to Troy's aid and jumped on the feeder, because he was crushed under it. Rigger had already set in and so as I pulled the feeder off Nate Entered and there was only one thing to say "Remember how mommy and daddy tell you not to do certain things, this is why, we don't want you to get hurt."
A week past and we found Kiddy (we also did not name her). She is a one year old Alpine with horns and this was her first kid. She has the smallest little teats, but daily she is producing more milk. She is up to about a 1L now and I hope that this is it, because she keeps getting blood in her milk. She has encouraged Tamara to go outside more and now I don't go sit in the paddock anymore as they can pretty much do that on their own now.
Christmas and ThanksGiving: The turkeys are now hanging out in the barn with the goats, roaming free and loving it. But now there is only three. To add to the story we have had some pretty fierce storms lately here, the first of which we had several trees come down on the property two blocking off the driveway and other then that nothing on the property was hit, Praise GOD for that. So one night it is raining and I am milking and I was having trouble with the goats because I can only have the one that I am milking in the barn, the other has to go outside so she doesn't eat the feed, drink the milk, nock stuff over, get punched.... you know. But it was raining and goats are not big fans of the rain so they are freaking out while I finally finish with Tamara and go to do the switch and the barn door falls off and the turkeys are all standing right there and one just didn't see it coming. so now I had one dead turkey one goat wanting in one not wanting to go out and I still had to milk. Yeah I might have yelled a little that night, ok replace yelled with screamed and replace a little with a lot.
Cheese making: We found that the recipes that we were getting online were inconsistent and often times missing stuff, like the measurements. So we ordered a cheese making book. It was fine, but then we realized that we had non of the supplies that the book called for. That was fine so we ordered them online, BUT Canada post is now locked out (that is an issue that I have lots of opinion on, but not enough time to write about it). So we have been dumping milk, because we just can find enough uses for it without making cheese.
I did however make a yogurt which seems to have worked. It had a woody taste to it and it wasn't sweet and didn't taste like vanilla or berries (ok you caught me I have never eaten plain yogurt and had nothing to base my "did it turn out" on. It looked like yogurt. Anyways we ended up dumping have that because I made a 2L batch and we just couldn't eat it in time. I also made vanilla ice cream. I watched several videos online and after thought it best to make my own recipe because some, sorry, most people would be explaining why they were doing what they were doing and would contradict themselves several times. So after my first attempt failed I tweeked it a bit and the second one worked great, I might still play with this one.
Trial #2
4 Egg yokes
1 1/2 cups of icing Sugar
A dash of vanilla
Add part of the milk to sugar mix and wisk till thin.
Add to below
2 cups of Heavy Cream
2 Cups of skimmed Milk
Put in freezer and mix every 30-45 mins. till hard
Eat as soon as possible
Yesterday: another down side to the older chicken tractor. Because it is closed in under the coop it tends to get dark under there and for the past week the Hens have found it nice enough to roust under there. except that when I drag it forward in the mornings they are down below and well it makes things tricky. yesterday I had no idea that a hen had spent the night down below so as always, before letting down the stairs I dragged it forward. I did not notice till half way through the day when I went to move it again that one of the black sex-links had her foot caught under the side of the tractor and was now dead. As I tried to pull her out all but one of the hens escaped. Now this in the past was fine as they normally just hangout near the tractor and want back in. This time it was just me and they wanted away from me more then they wanted to stay near the tractor. So if I went near the tractor they left and then they got lost in the woods and I ended up spending several hours trying to herd them back to the front lawn. after that they hid in the garden. They would dig themselves in and even if I was standing over them they wouldn't move. Smart for them as the garden (flower) is so thick that I couldn't see them. I finally got all but two. One plymouth rock had out run me after I smoked her out of the garden and one sex-link took the "you don't have to run fast then the bear" approach and ran parallel to another hen and gunned it just I went in to get the both of them.
The kids and I were heading back from visiting the goats when as we passed the small opening in the trees that leads to the back deck I seen something move out of the corner of my eye from under it. I hurriedly got Nate to go around to the other side and I grabbed my rake and tried to catch it. It got away, but oddly enough we ended up catching it because in her attempt to get away from us she ran back to the tractor and ran head first into it holding her head in through the wire with her body stuck outside the tractor.
Tomorrow we are off to St. Jacobs, so I will keep you posted. I'm sure there will be lots.