So here I am, finally back from months away from the blog. You'd think my life was exciting that I had no time to blog. Well, life is busy for sure. Oh, I have so much to write about. Where do I start?!
I'll start with dad. My father, Ted Ozon, died on August 30th at the age of 86. I could write for days and days and days telling all about him. Dad died at home and all his children, my siblings, were around him in his last months and days. He had a peaceful death and the most beautiful funeral I have ever attended, thanks to the wonderful priest in our parish, Fr. Fred Brown. Thank God he was in no pain during his palliative period, and we certainly celebrated and continue to celebrate his life and legacy. Here's to you, dad!
Today, it's a miserable, rainy, wet, cold day out today so I will not be outside doing anything with the hobby farm. Some jobs I HAVE to do before it gets too cold are: clean out the henhouse, insulate it, and patch up the hole that the chickens use for a run. I usually close it off during the winter and they are housebound unless I open the big door.
A few days ago, I went to the henhouse and found one of my older hens dead as a maggot on the floor. It was in the same position Dick, my poor old rooster, was in when he was fading away after Rodney had attacked him months ago. Luckily, Dick was nursed back to health and made it, but this poor hen, a black one, well, her time must have been up. I "disposed" of her in the woods out back and returned her to the earth from whence she came!
Speaking of coming from the earth, my family have recently discovered we qualify for Indian Status!!! There was never any doubt we have deep roots in the west coast of Newfoundland where dad's mother is from, but we have two lines of "indian" blood in us! More to come on that subject later!
The biggest dilemma I am faced with right now though, is a rat problem in the henhouse. Anyone have suggestions? Ideally, I would like to lift up the hen house, wrap it in a fine metal mesh, burry it down a few feet, and keep traps in the henhouse that the chickens couldn't get at, but, I am not Hercules, Rockafeller, nor am I Fanny Farmer, so I need a simpler solution. Rats put me in the horrors! The thoughts of them creeps me out. If I had a dog, they might be deterred. I heard Terriers are rat killers. There's enough stray cats around but not sure if rats are afraid of them. I'll tell ya one thing, if I see one near the house, the hens are gone. Now, the rats have a good supply of food so there is no need to come near the house.
I promise, I will write more often and keep this blog up to date.