A more accurate title would be “Cut that out, Pearly Mae!” My hens are homeless, or old, or maybe just cranky. Those are the kind of hens that end up in sanctuary here. Read the rest of this entry
We were stunned to see the Farm Manager approach the aviary this morning. She usually staggers out in the “morning” but today it wasn’t much past dawn. We weren’t sure she even existed that time of day.
In the Good News department, the mallards have returned to the back yard. I thought they were gone for good, but that would have been surprising because they were already hanging around when I got here over ten years ago. Read the rest of this entry
I took in a pair of Zebra Finches last week. A kind person found them abandoned by a dumpster in a cage covered by an old rag. She heard little birds call out to her. Read the rest of this entry
Hens come and go around here. This year they just keep on coming. Read the rest of this entry