Thursday, June 15, 2017
Out Of Control
All that was lush and green on the property has turned dry and brown. I've had to start supplementing the girls' feed with alfalfa again. Dead weeds and grasses have few of the nutrients of the greens they were stuffing down daily and milk production was notably down.
I misnamed Greedy Gus, the ground squirrel who comes to the breakfast buffet each morning. It is my habit to call, "Turk, turk, turk," as I throw down the seed to bring the turkeys to the table. Yesterday there were no turkeys in sight, but Gus was. He waited, however, until I called, "Turk, turk, turk," to came and eat. He thinks his name is Turk and he waited for his invitation. Turk it is then. They make me laugh.