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 πŸ™‚

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

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 πŸ™‚ By the way, I just had to write this down in my Planner πŸ™‚

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