Daily Archives: September 15, 2006

Sep 15 2006

R.I.P. Sourdough

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Sourdough died a bit ago.

She had pneumonia. Andy went down to check on them around 9 or so, and Sourdough wouldn’t get up. He called the vet, and by the time she got here, Sourdough was lying on her side and breathing sort of shallow. The vet went to her truck to get an IV and some other things, and by the time she got back, Sourdough was barely breathing. So, Andy and the vet decided to just let her go, and so they sat with her until she died. Andy trimmed off as much of Sourdough’s fur as he could, so maybe some day when I know what I’m doing I can make a nice scarf or something. We buried her under a birch tree up by the craft shack.

Sep 15 2006

New digs

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Yesterday I finished our latest and greatest chicken tractor and we moved the d’Uccles into it (since they were pretty crowded in the last one). It’s larger (4×8 versus 4×4) and has more room inside so they can lay eggs and still have room to sleep and poop without (hopefully) getting the eggs dirty. They still need a few roosts, but I keep forgetting to grab the dowels out of the truck.

New house

Next step is to clean out their old house and move the little chicks in there. Although that will not be permanent, as they will eventually outgrow it unless we give some away first. We also might move some in with the cochins and japs once we can figure out who are hens and who are cocks.

Sep 15 2006

Feelin’ Froggy

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A couple of days ago we were outside doing stuff. Andy was waaaaay over by the workshop, and he did a little dance and bent over and picked something up and wiggled and came over and had a HUGE toad in his hands. I like toads.

This really was a big toad. I wanted to be able to show everyone how big, so I asked Andy to put his hand near the toad. Of course, the giant hand scared the toad and it fled. Andy swiftly grabbed the toad and clutched it close to his bosom. (I guess his reflexes aren’t too old for amphibians…just reptiles.) I was so proud and beamed as I got this photo.

Then things suddenly took a turn for the worse….Andy shrieked and threw the toad into the air. The toad flewwwwww and went kerplunk on the gravel! I squeaked and waved my hands in the air, “You tossed the toad!!!”

“It peeeeeeeed on me!”

“You could have killed it!”

“But…it peed on me!”

I laughed and laughed and laughed. I’m laughing right now thinking about it. Teehee. The toad peed on Andy.

The End.

Sheep Update: Sourdough’s bottle jaw (sheep necks get swollen and full of fluid when they have bad worms — it’s called bottle jaw) is almost completely gone, and she’s up and about more, going potty, eating a little. She wasn’t eating a whole lot, so Andy called the vet, and I picked up a syringe of steriods after work. Yup. I got to give a sheep a shot. The steriods are supposed to help her appetite and also help reduce the inflammation in her tummy and guts from the worms. Pumpernickle’s bottle neck is still there, but she’s very perky and was running around and even baaa’ed.