Well, harumph. I actually made the effort to go to the Winn Dixie in Monticello today to search for dill seeds. The Winn Dixie has always been my go-to place for dill seeds as Publix just doesn't carry them. I do not know why. There was a place for dill seeds at the Winn Dixie but it was bereft of any little jars. I used up my last jar when I made dills on Sunday. Or was it Saturday? I'd stashed a bunch of them in the freezer year before last, I think, and they were still fine but now they are gone. Not really gone, just used. One cannot drain the old seeds off new pickles and reuse them, so essentially, yes, gone.
I also went to the Tractor Supply store to buy more chicken feed and also some chick feed because once again, being human, I just could not leave Dottie alone up there in the nest with her child with no source of food and the little one is a sitting duck (or, sitting chick, as it were) for anything that might get into the hen house, be it snake or possum or coon. And I was getting worried. Generally, the eggs all hatch at about the same time so that Mama can take them all off foraging when they are just a day old. I'm not sure at all that Dottie's other egg is going to hatch but she won't get off it until it does or I throw it away so poor little Bebe was just hanging out and getting hungrier by the minute. I assume.
I filled up a waterer and put chick feed in a feeder and put those in the little chick cage and moved Dottie and the baby AND the egg in with them. I put fresh hay down for them. Dottie did not like being moved but once I set her down and she saw her baby and knew her egg was there she settled right in to eating and drinking and I'm sure that she taught her little one how to do it too so they are safe and Dottie can continue to sit on her egg and they won't die of starvation or dehydration.
I just went out to check on the mother and child and found the egg rolled off into the dirt but Dottie and her baby seem just fine.
I think we should just go ahead and name the little one Dearie because we do not at present have a Dearie and Gibson loves that name. So. There you go. Dottie and Dearie. It may well be that Dottie has given up on the egg. Again, I have to say that I have no more idea how these things are determined by the mother than I understand quarks but luckily, I don't have to. Darla is still sitting on her egg or eggs, patient and still as the Sphinx.
I was surprised to see that most of the people in the Winn Dixie and the Tractor Supply were wearing masks. Pleasantly surprised. I was also surprised that the Tractor Supply still has chicks. I did not buy any although I will say that I was tempted, knowing that I could put them into Dottie's capable, uh, claws for raising. But there's always the chance she would not accept them and then I'd be stuck and besides that- I already have seventeen chickens and one chick. More than enough poultry riches for me.
While I was outside I went and checked on my fig tree. As every year, it has made quite a few figs but they are so tiny! Some are growing ripe, though.
If the squirrels and crows leave me enough I would love to make fig preserves. They are so good.
We shall see.
As with everything. Eventually.
It rained this afternoon and it is nicely cooled down outside. Unfortunately, the mosquitoes are out in force. I bought some "all natural" bug spray at Costco yesterday, mainly because that's what they had and I didn't want to go to another store but I haven't really given it a big test yet. I did use it this morning before I went out to tend the chickens and I have to say I didn't get bit but I was moving fast and they were certainly still swarming me. At the very least, it smells nicely of citronella and other herbs and spices. The smell of the citronella takes me right back to my summers when we rented that tiny little apartment on St. George Island and I'd buy citronella candles at the Dollar Store to burn in our "yard" made of rocks and sandspurs.
Oh, how magical those summers were.
Off to make supper, as always. Tonight's menu is going to feature a ROASTED CHICKEN! Yes. I am the world's biggest hypocrite. At least I buy the ones who were supposedly treated right during their short lifetimes.
I have my doubts about that but it's the least I can do.
Meanwhile, my own chicks are getting ready for bed. I can see Pinto, Pecky, and Patty up on the fence, enjoying their last hour of sunlight.
So it goes.
P.S. Mr. Moon just told me that he sprayed himself with the new nicely scented bug spray and he (and I quote) "Feels like a pincushion."
Time to buy more Deet.
You are the hen whisperer- they are as grateful as a chicken could ever be, and that baby is so cute, soft looking! A tender nugget. Nice try with the good smelling bug spray, too bad the bugs like it.ReplyDelete
When we lose our minds it is said that fragrances and music are the last to go- a fragrance takes us right back to where that memory was made with such clarity. Your Saint George one is pleasant- dreamy.
Well, you know- Dearie is an only child so she/he will be spoiled. It's just so aware and active. I love seeing the chicks outside with Mama so much more than inside in a Rubber Maid tote.Delete
You're right about odors. And music. They are deep within us.
Yes, Dearie, for Dearie Gibson.ReplyDelete
Yep. I hope that he and his siblings come over soon so they can hold the baby.Delete
You sure brought back memories for me. When I was a child we once had a fig tree and my mother made fig preserves. Boy those were good. But I do remember she had to share quite a few with the birds. Dearie is a great name for that sweet little one!ReplyDelete
Fig preserves on a biscuit are just about the best thing ever.Delete
We seem to always have one Dearie or another. We generally have a Nicey, too.
You are a good chicken mother. Dearie is darling.ReplyDelete
I keep saying, "Oh, it's so cute!" and Glen says, "Honey, it's a chick."Delete
I'm not over the cuteness factor for baby chickens.
i need to get dill seeds too, but i need dill to plant so we can get some swallowtail butterfly larvae going in our butterfly garden. coincidentally we are also making chicken for dinner but i think tony's gonna smoke it and then grill it to keep the house cooler. glad to hear at least one of the eggs was a 'good egg'. stay safe!ReplyDelete
I've planted dill before but it always gets eaten up. I should just plant it for the butterflies.Delete
I'm glad I got one hatchling too.
You be safe!
Glad to hear that people are wearing masks in Florida and that the one little chick is doing well.ReplyDelete
Same old shit here and I'm tired of shit.
Girl, I'm tired of shit too but not as tired as you are, I'm sure.Delete
Oh gosh, seeing your figs brought back to mind that I had hoped to buy a fig tree to plant (but obviously forgot). I will have to mark that down for later. I remember being in Crete and stopping and eating wild figs by the side of the road and they were just heavenly! As you say, such happy memories!ReplyDelete
What a beautiful memory- eating wild figs in Crete. Wish it was one of mine...Delete
These days it is hard enough to stop at one place to pick up things, much less having to keep searching for an item at multiple places. Not nice.ReplyDelete
Can't understand why we still have shortages of some pretty basic things up here--groceries delivered this morning, but minus mixed greens, disinfectant wipes, bagels and frozen butternut squash--all of which was available yesterday. Whatever. Couldn't even order any paper goods; simply not in stock. Ah, well, not a big deal, just annoying--similar to mosquitoes.
That is strange, Mary. There's a shortage of dill seed right now just as there is every summer- lots of people making pickles. But we seem to have most of everything else I need. Well, no disinfectant wipes. Plenty of bagels, though!Delete
I hope all goes well for Dottie and Dearie. Glad you moved them in to safety.ReplyDelete
Me too, Wendy. I feel better knowing that little Dearie isn't going to be snatched by a hawk or owl or taken by a feral cat.Delete
I wonder if you could put Dottie's remaining egg under Darla? And then Dottie could occupy herself with the chick, which seems to be what she wants, and if her remaining egg is still viable it would hatch with Darla. Not that I know anything about any of this. Just a thought.ReplyDelete
Too bad about the bug spray. It's hard to beat DEET for effectiveness.
I think that egg's expiration date may have well passed. She hasn't shown the slightest interest in it for two days now. But that wasn't a bad idea about putting it under Darla. I sure hope her egg hatches soon because she's going to die if she sits on that nest much longer.Delete