A working farm is probably one of the most action-packed places to be. Not only is there livestock everywhere on our 30 acres, but there are also a lot of natural inhabitants who call this place home. Currently, we have 10 cows, 130 meat chickens, 31 turkeys, 60 laying hens, 13 guineas, a dog and a cat. But this land also has countless wild critters roaming about. We try our darnedest to accommodate them all, but it ain’t easy!
Our biggest yearly springtime challenge?........the damn birds that don’t make nests in trees and instead build their nests right on the ground. I swear they lay their camouflaged speckled eggs that look just like the dirt right in our paths to planting fields and pastures on purpose, just to piss us off. This time of year we literally have to zigzag our way around the property in an attempt to not crush the eggs, while the mother screeches at us from a distance.
Yesterday, we had to pull up 60 T-posts from the newest cow pasture. We do this by Steve driving the tractor right up to the post with a chain attached to the tractor bucket. I wrap the chain around the base of the post. Steve lifts the bucket and pulls out the post. Boom, simple….then we move on to the next one.
There is a spot, right between the planting fields and the pasture where a nest has been formed. We drive that path in the RTV almost daily and we have been very careful to avoid running it over. The nest is also right next to where we had to pull T-posts.
As we neared the part of the fence where the nest would become an issue, Steve crept slowly as he drove our massive tractor. He asked me to direct him around the tiny nest of four eggs because he couldn’t see it clearly from the tractor seat. He watched me closely as I used hand signals to keep the tires clear of the nest: forward, reverse, forward, reverse as he maneuvered the tight turns. I walked slowly and cautiously next to the tractor while keeping complete focus on the task at hand.
Ummmmmm…..yeah……about that. I was watching the tractor wheels with such intent that I didn’t realize I was dragging the damn 30-pound chain back and forth on the ground right over the nest of fragile eggs. I foresee a one-way ticket to hell in my future.