Technology is good and bad. There was a time when reading about another's life was only in the newspaper or a good book, and now, blogging has become as much a part of communication as those old standbys. But, when technology crashes, so do the pictures and stories. I know better and still have not backed up my photos and data on my computer. Fortunately, mail and blog content is remote managed from a different server and would only be lost if those servers went down and content was lost. What I lost over the past week was minimal really, but it was not convenient. Photos had to be transferred one at a time, so I did not transfer as many and with missing keys and a non functional space bar on my old laptop, which I have kept for the great playlist and was so grateful to have it, I also did not write as much. Then there was the issue of the passing my friend and web master, which caused the .com domain to be inaccessible for nearly two full months. Power of attorney papers and identification of the executor and so on had to be provided before I could access my domain. As a result both .ca and .com now work for thefatewe. Frustrating as it also was, the ending developed to a good outcome really.
Which leads me to the next topic, the daily hunt of eggs. It is like Easter every day on the farm. The free range birds do not always choose to lay in the many and differently situated egg boxes and they may just stop laying in a favourite spot for a reason only known to the hen, and look for a better place. So, the hunt is always new and interesting. Here is a photo of the new Standard Bronze turkey hen, or rather her tail, as she is laying her egg in the curl of the hay bale which has come down enough to make her think it is a safe and sheltered place for eggs. The ducks sometimes lay eggs on the ground almost as they waddle around and I try to collect them often throughout the day before the dogs or ravens find them. The dogs have gotten very good about not touching the eggs this year though, so that is less of a worry. The other nice treat is that the eggs are already dyed very pretty interesting colours, including bluey green, pink , light beige, dark tan and cream, plus of course, white. Thank you hens! and bless those little bodies that work so hard.
Which leads me to the next topic, the daily hunt of eggs. It is like Easter every day on the farm. The free range birds do not always choose to lay in the many and differently situated egg boxes and they may just stop laying in a favourite spot for a reason only known to the hen, and look for a better place. So, the hunt is always new and interesting. Here is a photo of the new Standard Bronze turkey hen, or rather her tail, as she is laying her egg in the curl of the hay bale which has come down enough to make her think it is a safe and sheltered place for eggs. The ducks sometimes lay eggs on the ground almost as they waddle around and I try to collect them often throughout the day before the dogs or ravens find them. The dogs have gotten very good about not touching the eggs this year though, so that is less of a worry. The other nice treat is that the eggs are already dyed very pretty interesting colours, including bluey green, pink , light beige, dark tan and cream, plus of course, white. Thank you hens! and bless those little bodies that work so hard.
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