Six peahens and one peacock make up the Gang of 7. One of the peahens spent several weeks in our peafowl pen--she jumped in when Mack was watering them. Later she was lured out by her sisters and brother (?) and the whole group disappeared into the woods behind our house. Then the cock reappeared making horrific noises on the roof of our garage. Now they are all back. They visit us (or our birds) twice a day in the morning and the evening. Sometimes they just hang out all day on the roof of the chicken house, the hay shed, or the garage. No, they aren't ours, they belong to the neighbor across the street but they love to visit and tease our birds, especially Cain our beautiful male. The hens are all infatuated by him and the cock tries to fight him. I enjoy them immensely and I guess they know it. This morning the cock was peaking into the sun room looking for us. His tail is quite short (only about 2 feet) but he is quite gorgeous.
In spite of the rain and cold, it seems that spring is finally here. We have seven more baby geese. This is a picture of three of the seven babies with their mother. She is trying to coax them out of the nest.
Here they are working their way down the ramp. The mama worked real hard getting them out. Some of them fell off, which caused a great deal of consternation and one was stepped on while she was focusing on a different baby, but eventually, they all made it.
Four of them exploring the new, big, wide world. First matter of business--getting something to drink and then to eat. They were also introduced to Dad, who had been hanging around trying to help. He wasn't able to, until I let them out of the pen. He is ferocious! Yesterday and alpaca, full of curiosity, came too close and Dad flew at his head full force. The alpaca moved out of there.
Early this week I was out checking on the watering trough Picchu and Macchu use as their main water source and discovered the top of the water was covered with tiny eggs floating in what looked like an oily substance. When Mack and I looked at them more closely, we discovered they were tree frog eggs. Mack took out his loupe and we looked at them under magnification and saw the most amazing thing. The egg shells were transparent and you could see the number of cells inside each egg. Some had one cell, others two, but most had 4 or 8 cells. If you watched long enough you could even see the cells dividing. It was truly magical, and something rarely seen without a microscope. We looked at them every morning and then yesterday we looked and there were none. It had rained enough to overflow the watering trough and the little frog eggs appeared to be gone. We looked again this morning, but only pollen appeared on top of the water--the little frog eggs were nowhere to be seen. We assume they washed out of the trough and perished, but I suppose they could sink to the bottom of the trough and hatch down there. I suppose we will find out if some hatch in a few days. If not, well, hopefully mother tree frog will lay some more eggs.