That Epic Emu War

It was a big war.
I don't know why it never made the history books.

 A unit of former WWI Australian soldiers going up against twenty-thousand angry emus.

All the people wanted to do was farm, all the emus wanted was to eat and drink.

The evil emus were tearing up property so the army was called in complete with machine guns.

The troops were no match for the stealth emus and they had to admit defeat within a month.


Yes, this did happen in 1932 in Western Australia.

Decisions Decisions

I saw this picture this morning and thought it was pretty good.

It made me think of something I read or heard a long time ago. Not making a decision is in and of itself a decision.

Many times there is no clear cut good or bad decision. It is a decision that may set you on a different path that's all.

Obviously, some things are bad decisions.
Like eating something you are allergic to or buying something you can't afford.

But, sitting on the fence for days or months is going to accomplish nothing.
You can't decide so nothing changes.

Bock Bock Cluck Cluck

Here are my hens coming up to the door to say hi.

 

The tan ones are Buff Orpingtons, the white with a little black ones are a Leghorn mix, and the red one is a Rhode Island Red.

This is the run of their coop. This was last summer before they scratched up all the grass.

These are the newest additions. Five Buff Orpingtons and five White Leghorns are in there. They are getting big enough to divide up into separate totes. They are about two weeks old now and already have wing and tail feathers.

We have all girls. Unless one of the babies was sexed wrong, we won't be having a rooster.

Girl chicks are called pullets and boy chicks are called cockerels.

Chickens are pretty easy to take care of. They do get to free range part of the day and they love it.

They make noise when laying eggs. It's the egg laying song.

It will be 16-24 weeks before the pullets start laying.

I also have baby ducks.

One might say they were a parting gift for buying all the chicks.

We think the yellow ones are Pekin and the brown/yellow are Rouen. They came from the assorted bin so that is what we are guessing for now.

They were given to my husband because they were getting picked on and they were not doing too good. If we didn't take them, they would be taken back to die and tossed in the garbage. 

Since he is a softy, he brought them home.