We’ve had quite the scare! A bear broke through the door into a neighbour’s chicken coop, bending the hinges. It killed several chickens. A warning has been issued across the valley about bear damage, as they are coming out of hibernation and are very hungry. I rushed around adding a paddlock on the door of the coop and the gate to the yard and other security efforts to protect my hens. I am not sure how I will handle things except bang a pot loudly in hopes of scaring it away. The old timer expects young Tom to blast away with a rifle if a bear shows up, but he’s not always here, and I don’t want to shoot it. I’m an excellent shot, having been raised with rifles since childhood, but I’ve changed. I don’t want to hurt anything.
One of the girls who lives here at the farm has left with others to live in Prince Edward Island. Lots of comings and going of people here just now.
The grass is rising rapidly almost ready to cut, but I have yet to finish cutting down dead stems and raking flower beds. Lots of flower beds here. The veggie garden is planted for early crops, (onions, carrots, turnips, peas, lettuce x 2, Swiss Chard and one row of beans). I have a frost blanket over everything to keep the chickens off the garden because they run about freely. I also bought new netting to top their yard when I want to keep them inside, but another thing on my list of things to do. You would be amazed how high chickens will fly to escape a yard. Genealogy work is fairly limited just now to overnight when I get up for a few hours.
A sudden wind storm upset the mini greenhouse on my deck and messed up a lot of seedlings, so I had to replant them all, losing some in the upheaval. None of the seeds are up yet of course in the garden, as in this photo, but it won’t be long until they are. I do love spring gardening, and have lots of tomatoes (2 kinds), green peppers, squash x 2 and cucumber seedlings waiting to be planted.
Sudden, terrible shock as a fox got four of my chickens yesterday. He came right up to the house to do so and in broad daylight. They didn’t realize the danger. I never heard a thing as I was working inside at my desk. When I came out I found one hen high up on top of the old toilet, and the other one running around. As soon as they saw me they rushed over and came right up on my deck, where they were raised when they were little. It felt good to carry their warm bodies to the coop and lock them inside safely for a long time. I feel horrible guilt and shock at what happened. They have had freedom for a whole year with no problem, but suddenly reality of country wildlife has hit hard.
Tomorrow I have a family get-together to celebrate Mother’s Day, so I’m looking forward to a buffet dinner in Barrie, an hour’s drive east of here. (Yes, it went well). But suddenly my computer crashed after writing this note. My techie son just phoned to wish me Happy Mother’s Day, and within a few minutes had my computer back to normal (“try pressing the escape and delete buttons”) and saved me probably a $50 bill at the computer store just to look at it. Thank you, Evan.
He and his wife, Lindsay have just announced that they are expecting a little boy, Maximus Michael McLean, or MAX, this coming September 18th. Congratulations. My fourth grandchild.
Just back from three days in two hospitals, and another angiogram, so adding records is not a priority at the moment until I recover. But made me appreciate even more that life is to be enjoyed every day. Thank you to all who cared for me in this recent health crisis.