Thursday, April 17, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
This six month old puppy was brought in by people who said they had been caring for her for friends, but the friends no longer wanted her and the people couldn't keep her. Another staff member immediately noticed her gentle nature, adaptability, and cute face and thought "therapy dog!" When I met her I felt the same.
So Phoebe joined the crew at Busy Solitude Farm. In Greek mythology, Phoebe is "radiant, bright, prophetic" and that's what I'm hoping for her.
It is safe to say that Ulani was underwhelmed at the prospect of a puppy on the team, but by the second day they were racing and chasing happily -- just look at this series of photos! Ulani turns 11 in a month, so that's saying something!
What is she? Her coloring is like a Portuguese Water Dog, but she's probably some kind of "doodle" mix. We think she's around six months old and as you see in the photos, she's maybe 1/2 or 2/3 the size of Ulani, who is 75 pounds.
I'm going to work on getting her obedience rock solid so she can be a therapy dog and represent the shelter when we visit community groups. Phoebe, you have a big future ahead of you!
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Here it comes. Forecasters predict 12-18 inches here at Busy Solitude Farm. It just keeps on coming. The saving grace is it's Sunday and we have nowhere to go.
Tomorrow is a different story. Dangerous windchills with air temperature highs below zero. And I do need to go to work, so here's hoping that my ungaraged car will start!
I've made some effort to keep the winds from blowing through the barn, but I expect they will be pretty unhappy for a couple of days.
Let's think warm thoughts and look forward to Wednesday!
Posted by Johanna at 9:58 AM
Monday, December 2, 2013
Miss Peep was the first chick ever to hatch at Busy Solitude Farm. In fact, her arrival inspired me to begin this blog. You will remember that first post, in September of 2007. I was fascinated by the hen and chick relationship, so close, so instinctual. And as I did not yet know whether she was a girl or a boy, I called her Chick Chuck!
Then the worst possible thing happened. On October 30, just a few weeks after her chick hatched, Mama Hen was murdered. Miss Peep was left on her own to find her way. The first days were difficult. The rest of the flock decided she was an outsider, and tried to oust her. I sometimes felt I was the only being she truly trusted.
Gradually her self confidence built. The others came to accept her. In time, Miss Peep was at the top of the pecking order, respected by all. But she never challenged me. She was the tamest hen I ever had, leaning in when I scratched her ears, allowing me to stroke her feathers and nuzzle her with no hesitation.
She lived six years at Busy Solitude Farm. I think she was happy. We'll miss her.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Things have gotten a little crowded in the barn. Mama Hen has moved to the "penthouse suite" of the nest boxes.
The "chicks" now create a huge downy pillow for Mama to sleep on.
I hope they don't think they're hiding, because they're not fooling anyone!
Seriously, this doesn't even look warm! Only two weeks ago everyone still fit in the nest, but those days are long gone.
And the funny thing? Maria hasn't offered to help!