Last Saturday, two young women came out to visit the farm; to meet the animals and play with wool.
Friday, I was cleaning the goose run and decided to dig down under the nest and remove any eggs that remained there. It was like harvesting potatoes. To my amazement there were 9 eggs deep under the nest. I showed the eggs I had harvested, to the Saturday visitors. One asked how geese decide how many eggs to sit on. She wondered if it was determined by how many goslings the goose thought she could keep under control. I told her she would have to ask Sal. I also told her it took all 3 adult geese to keep the goslings under control some of the time.
I tried to get the girls to take the goose eggs. I don't want to throw them in the compost or woods here because then some animal might come closer looking for more. At this point, I don't want to eat them, not this time, though some say they don't go bad. Unfortunately, they couldn't think of a reason they should take the eggs.
Up at the fiber studio, we all three had fun spinning wool and felting some small balls. One of the girls, has sisters that knit. She said they like knitting on really big needles. I have been wanting to try that here with some roving or super chunky yarn. One of the campers at Spring break, was plying some commercial yarns together. I was thinking that, since plying is easier than spinning, maybe some of the students that have trouble learning to spin, could try plying first. Then maybe we could spin some 4 ply yarns and knit with them, or weave. Always fun to try knew things.
Then came Mothers Day. There are eight mothers residing at Cabin Spring Farm. Little Mama, the only broody chicken here is sitting on eggs again.
Maybe this time she will make it the whole term again. She was sitting a few weeks ago but one of the eggs broke and made a mess of everything. A friend told me that I should always candle the eggs because if they are not fertile and they get warm under a broody hen they can explode. Now I know.
Sal is the mother here that deserved the day off, Sunday. Her four little ones are so busy. It could have been 13, but not this time.