Keeping Mikey

From the beginning, we knew there was something special about one of our Pekin Ducks. She could not stand up, her little webbed feet turning in. She scooted around on her hocks and fell on her face. Her blacks eyes would look up at me, as she tried to hobble away. It broke my heart to think she would struggle with the other ducks as they left The Nursery and entered The Aviary.

When the Pekin Ducks first came to The Nursery, they were in large totes. Heat lamps were used for the first week, and once in awhile on super cold nights, temperatures dipping down to 32 degrees.

Quickly all the ducks and the geese went in to a fenced enclosure, with more room to grow feathers out of their soft downy fluff. The Pekin Ducks began to turn from a soft yellow, to snowy white. Except, we had to make a decision about Mikey.

From the moment we noticed she could not walk, there was another duck our oldest daughter named Meep-Meep. When we would clean and water their area, Meep-Meep would come at us, positioning herself between Mikey and us! Meep-Meep was the Guard Duck for Mickey 🙂

When we would enter The Nursery, Meep-Meep would see us and start making the meep meep sounds, thus how she was named. She would even make the sounds when we were unlocking the door, almost as if saying hello! We decided to let Mikey and Meep-Meep stay together in one of the large totes as companions for about a week, then Meep-Meep went in to the fenced enclosure.

This brought up the question of what to do with Mikey? There was a family that took in ducks with leg problems. They already had 3 ducks with the same deformity as Mikey.

One night, as I cleaned her area, I told my husband I had named her Mikey after my brother, Michael, who was handicapped. Michael had passed away right before my husband and I had met. I thought Mikey would be the perfect name whether our duck was male or female.

When I shared my reason for her name, he said Mikey would have her own place to live her life her on our New O’Hana Farm, TN. She lives close to The Aviary, separated by her new friends in The Chicken Coop. The chickens sit by the fence and gently cluck and coo to her. Their sounds reassuring her, as Mikey grows and lives her life at her own pace. You can see our English Bulldog, Daisy Gentle Lee, loves to listen to their sounds. I wonder if she knows what they are saying to one another? :)Jen

Standing Where They Were-Are-And to What Brings Us to the End-Then Back Again

(If you do not understand the title, please read all the way through) I could apologize for all the photos of my blessings, but once you read my words, I know you will only be picturing all your memories. Your family, friends, and blessings.

The soothing sounds of The Piano Guys Radio on SiriusXM, I glanced over to photos on my computer waiting for me to share. The faces of family made me proud, squeezed my heart and filled it with JOY!

All of them, this, all of you, Blessings.

Precious family has walked these grounds, Granny stood here in our kitchen making a Pineapple Upside Down Cake.

Pappy sat, praying, his hand on the carved cross outside.

This is where our children walk, working hard on our farm.

Here is where our children play, learning to feed the animals, sweet little voices. Their laughter floating in the air. (I hope it never disappears) I wish to bottle it and listen, every day, to their play. :)Jen

Below is the walking path my husband is working hard on each night after a full day of work in Nashville, TN. We have held hands many times walking the dream of that invisible path, and now it is becoming more than a vision. Not only this path that will circle our whole farm for all to enjoy, but our whole life is our path to enjoy walking together.

Which brings me to this, the end of these photos, but not to the memories and more to make! Always be happy to see one another. Take time to talk in person or on the phone. We need to hear each other’s voices. We need to share not only our day, but our interests, our clever, funny ways, our talents, what makes us laugh and cry, which builds memories. Not only on holidays, but day to day. Reach out to someone. Learn from them, and they will learn from you. :)Jen

Accepting Help

I don’t know if you do this or not? I try so hard to tackle a job all by myself.

When I was young, and even in to my late 40’s, I didn’t want help. Here on New O’Hana Farm TN, help is welcomed! I work very hard at 52, but I let my husband catch all the ducks and geese, put them in the crate, and drive them to The Aviary. But, I get upset if he offers to help fold clothes or clean up after a meal 🙂

Here I am standing in their new home we worked hard on and still have work to do, looking like I am taking all the credit for wrangling them from The Nursery to The Aviary!

He made it look Simple! Walk up to your duck or goose, slide your hand down their throat, grab them up, put them in the crate. Maybe next time…

Hens & The Rooster Crows-Honk Goes the Goose & The Duck Quacks-The Humans Pray

From day one, when our day old chickens arrived, we were in love! We went from totes filled with tiny little soft fluffs, to now enjoying walking among them in the chicken coop.

The ducks and geese were in bigger totes, and then on to the Nursery to grow from downy softness to feathers.

Every morning, every night, we are feeding and watering all our fowl. We also enjoy hearing their sweet sounds as we work on our gardens. Sweet feathery JOY added in to our daily life. They bring a definite calm and I find myself relaxing. All our feathered fowl make me laugh and soothe my mind. Hearing soft coos from the chickens, honks from the geese, and quacks from the ducks, are welcome.

This morning was AWESOME!!! My husband and I heard our first Rooster Crow! He was one that I call Blondie because I am not sure if it is a Plymouth Rock or Buff Orpington. He sounded like a Squeaky Toy that had been played with too much!!! We were very proud! Like Proud Parents 🙂 By the way, I just had to write this down in my Planner 🙂

The Chicken Coop is one of the many places here on the farm that I pray to the Lord. My Prayers continue as I Thank HIM for all our many Blessings. Not just the farm, the animals, and family and friends (They are Our Everything and We Cherish them) but also our world and what is happening. We pray daily and nightly for healing for the sick and the hatred. For World Peace and Happiness and Laughter!

Our children and grandchildren never tire of taking care of all the animals. Just like humans have their disagreements, once in awhile, one of them gets a feather out of joint. They all work through the squabble and regroup at the small pools or waddle off to nibble on grass. This makes me laugh out loud, and wonder what they were saying?

Wouldn’t it be nice if our world was like this? Have a squabble, decide to regroup, and meet together to feast, all of us laughing and content?! Please stay in deep prayer continually for a healing of the body, soul, and mind of everyone affected by sickness and hatred. Find your own sanctuary in which to be calmed and say your prayers. Get some chickens of your own. Our Chicken Coop is Lovely, but I still enjoying seeing other people’s creative ways of housing all their fowl.

Have a Blessed, Happy, Positive Day Y’All, from all of us here on New O’Hana Farm, TN :)Jen

Colors+Calm+Healing

Colors in the sky open the book to a new day and close the pages simply gorgeous, but yet, not simple. The pinks, the purples, the beauty from above is extraordinary as darkness folds daytime away. jjn