Wednesday, June 1, 2011

A Visitor

Last night when I was coming home from the Western Quilters Meeting,
I caught sight of some eyes in my headlights.
I slowed down as I thought it was a cat but when I got closer
I discovered it was a little dog.  I stopped the car in the middle of the 
road and got out.  The little dog ran down the middle of the road.
I got down low and called it and he came to me so I picked him up
and put him in the car. I drove a couple of metres to our driveway and 
stopped to check his tag.
He had a SPCA foster tag on with a phone number which I phoned 
but was after hours.  There is a SPCA worker who lives nearly opposite our 
drive but it was late and dark so took the little guy home.

Our dogs were fascinated in this little guy who was smaller
than the cats.  We put him in the cat cage and this morning I called the
animal welfare and left a message.  Eventually the SPCA foster 
service phoned and determined that I had Alvin, a year old
Chihuahua who has a flea allergy and being fostered until better.
They called the person who was fostering him and he came and 
collected him.  
Jake trying to work out what kind of cat he is.


Saturday, April 16, 2011

Jake and Me

Jake likes to visit me when I am sewing, reading,
watching movies in fact any time I am doing something.
Here we are on the bed watching a Quilt DVD.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Sad news

Sadly tonight when I got home the last chick had died.  It was white and was
doing really well until Friday night when I caught it to move it to the big house.
Somehow I must have got the butterfly net too tight and hurt its neck.
That night the hen stayed with it but left it overnight.  I went away for the
weekend expecting to come home and find it dead.  It was running about and 
eating well.  Yesterday it got out of the Chook enclosure and also Shilo
got out of her kennel.  Stuart got home to find Shilo with the chick so although
not hurt she may have traumatized it.  The other black chick died the weekend
I went to Tauranga so no chicks left.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Holiday

We had a great holiday at Matarangi.
Beware! 3 Black & Whites
The dogs loved the beach but were a bit wary of the waves.  Shilo got very good at
getting the stick but would watch the waves and wait until they passed before
venturing out.

The chicks had grown while we were away.  One of the black ones
died so now have 2 left.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Hen & her 3 chickens

The hen and her 3 chicks are doing well in their separate
enclosure.  
They are so cute when they are this small.
Please let them be hens this time!!!

Dogs and Horses

We went to visit friends last night and took the dogs.
They have a lifestyle block with horses, sheep, chickens as
opposed to our lifestyle block of bush.
In this case the horse is checking out the dogs.
Casey (partly cutoff at left), Shilo & Rocky at back.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Chickens

One of my gold silkie hens has been sitting on 8 eggs.  My husband managed to drop 1 and break it and on the 14th January, these 2 chicks hatched.  We managed to transfer the hen and her 2 little chicks in to a rabbit hutch so they were separated from the rest of the chickens and safe from predators.  Another black chick hatched and the hen abandoned the rest of her eggs.

Last year the rats got some chicks from the hen house so I wasn't going to risk it this time.  Also the tiny chicks can't get back in to the main hen house so end up under it.

This is a photo of the 2 young silkie roosters.  The black one is Jackson son of Jack and the gold rooster is the only survivor of the 11 chicks hatched last year.

Jack the original rooster leads a charmed life and is living in another hen house with 2 black hens that are too old to lay.  He has one eye after he lost it fighting with his son.  The rabbits are in the background of this photo.


My veggie garden this year is doing very well.  
Here are the tomatoes.
  The one at the front self seeded and has a massive crop.

The zuccinis are also doing well.  I am rather proud of
myself for taking this photo with the bee in the flower.