We saw that harvesting was completed, but there was much more to see.
The bales were ready to be loaded and transported.
The chicken gang knows my wife, and it's only a matter of time until they arrive when we sit down for some real farm coffee. My wife also knows that they will arrive, and she prepared for their arrival by buying small bags of maize pips at the tuckshop on the farm. At night the chickens are kept secure in a coop, and at daytime they are set free to enjoy chicken life. Chickens are intelligent and they know who feeds them, so they love my wife. I also feed them, but they lean rather towards the female side, so I take a back role.
Just a lovely view of an approaching cloud formation over the lands.
My wife in her favourite feeding element.
Now before you look at the photo below this one, please tell me what you thought this was?
Yep! It was a little Featherfoot rooster.
Maize pips can create a thirst, and a queue was lining up at the doggy bowl that I fetched from the entrance.
One of the chicken gang was missing, and I found her at another spot on the farm. Here below you can see the reason for her being absent from the gang. She was preparing the next generation:))
There was one little black one that drew my attention. Maybe it was the featherfoot's baby?
Look at the little black one. It even has white eyebrows. So cute to see the mommy training the little ones, by scratching the soil open for them so that they can eat. Some little ones even tried to do the scratching by themselves.
And finally, Mrs Robby also came to collect some cheese, and when she takes a lot of cheese then we know that she has a nest somewhere.
So, there you have it. Life on a farm in the rural areas. I often get some Jackal Buzzards flying overhead, but sadly on this day they were nowhere to be seen. Maybe they were also nesting. The fear is, of course, that they will try to get the chicks. But we cannot interfere with nature, and hopefully the farm laborers will keep an eye on the little chicks.
It is so peaceful on the farms here, and they all tend to match with nature, so one can drink that peace in and relax a little bit. One day, when I am old, I also hope to buy a farm. But as I am already old, it's only an empty dream that will not be clothed in action.
Do you have any empty dreams?
I hope you enjoyed the pictures and story.
Photos by Zac Smith-All Rights Reserved.
Camera: Canon PowershotSX70HS Bridge camera.
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