We finally decided it was time to wean Moriah--she is almost 5 months old and growing well and strong. Yesterday evening we separated her from Buttercup. Then it began. Constant mooing or bawling. Almost all night long. It just so happens that Moriah is in the corral, which is just out in front of the house--not too far from my bedroom windows. Brett got up around 2 am and went downstairs so he could sleep. I thought maybe it would lessen in the morning light. But then she could see Buttercup!
This morning Ethan and I took Buttercup over to the far pasture-hoping that would help, but still Moriah bawls. I went to
try to calm her, gave her a little extra feed. She is so stressed out she is foaming at the mouth. Hopefully a day or so longer and she will become a little more resigned to her fate. I hope so, her bawling is taking it's toll on my nerves.
A few days ago, we decided to try letting the chickens out of their little enclosure. The neighbors dog, who had a taste for chickens died a few months back and Jasmine is aware that the chickens are off limits so we thought we would give them a try being "free range". So far so good. They are not hard to round up when it is time to put them up for the night or if we are leaving we put them back in their pen. Their favorite place is under the hickory trees near the corral.
Here are a few of them basking in the dust and shade.
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