Spring. I guess it's baby season.
Especially around here.
No, no humans on the way, but so many other forms of feathery, woolly, and leafy life is springing forth these days.
Most dramatically in the hen house at the moment.
When we noticed a broody hen in the chicken coop last month Pete set her up in a safe little corner of the farm to hatch out her eggs. Since we're flush with chickens at the moment (notably abundant are bantam roosters around here – and their feed to egg ratio is terrible) we switched out her chicken eggs for a half-dozen eggs from our ducks. Because more ducks sounded like a great idea!
Lupine talked us into tucking one bantam egg beneath her (from Lupine's favorite little hen), too. And they hatched! Every last egg. First the bantam chick, then a few days later the ducklings.
The chick was curious about her new siblings (read: pecking them hard as they hatched) so we scooped the ducklings up and moved them to safer digs (our bathtub). (Tell me I'm not the only one with a habit of raising livestock in my bathroom.)
Ever since the eggs started pipping it's been the duckling parade over here. Ducklings in pockets, ducklings in pails. Ducklings for cuddling on the couch and taking on walks around the farm.
And then my heart swelled when the kids gave three of the six away to their friends. Such sweetness. I think we might need to hatch out another half-dozen soon, just for the heck of it.
Oh, yes. And one last lamb this week, too.
Queen Nutmeg (whom you met here) lambed this weekend. Her first. Little frolicking Peppercorn is healthy, frisky little guy.
And with that we're done lambing for the year (exhale). Hallelujah! (Just one pregnant goat to go…)
Spring has been my favorite season for as long as I can remember. But all these babies? Yeah, they pretty much seal the deal.