I've spoken before about how much of what we do, here on the farm, involves the moving of animals from their yards to pastures and back again.
Each morning we shuffle everyone around to the day's designated grazing area.
The chickens, ducks, turkeys, and guineas are given free range for the day. Luckily, they all return to their respective roosts for the night time.
We have begun the in-and-out training with the ducklings (almost too big to be called that) as well. Each morning, we open the little door that leads from their house to their yard. Because they are now somewhat terrified of us (it was bound to happen... honestly, I think it is their only evolutionary protective behavior.) "Run away! Run away!" is the mantra of these flightless birds with their hands in their pockets and their pants around their knees. Imagine trying to run with legs that are about an eighth as long as your body.... a highly in-efficient and awkward way to get around.
Yesterday, for the first time, when we went in to change their water, they scooted right through their little door and out into their yard.... all by themselves! Oh, the things that make a mother proud.
Getting back in, at the...