Steve does volunteer work for the Computer History Museum. He’s helped them to collect oral histories of some of the seminal people in the creation of our information age. Three pioneers of the digital revolution were honored at a gala a the museum on Saturday night. We used up our frequent flyer miles to go. It was a short trip, just Friday afternoon to Sunday after lunch, but we managed to fit quite a lot in.

Most people on vacations go shopping. Me, too. But I like a certain kind of shopping. Feed and tack stores! Luckily for us, some of the Fellows of the Computer History Museum were involved in creating the internet and our ability to type feed store into a cell phone and find places like these:

 

I got a present for a friend who keeps an eye on Tonk while I’m away, and some cookies for Lily, and a new toy for Scooter. That’s my kind of shopping.

We were east of the San Francisco Bay area, which means that the skies were bright blue.

 

They’ve recently had rain, and so flowers were in bloom everywhere.

 

On Saturday morning we strolled the paths at the Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park. I’ll let the photos tell you how amazing it is to walk among these giants.

 

The redwoods aren’t the only special ecosystem in that part of the country. Nearby is a very unique environment called the Sandhills.

 

We even got to see and hear the unique Acorn Woodpecker! (But I didn’t get a photo.)

Then it was on to Santa Cruz to the aptly named Natural Bridges State Beach.

 

Look closely at the arch and you’ll see it’s a favored spot of ocean birds, including pelicans.

Then turn around and look towards land. The hillside is covered in flowers, and the rocks covered in creatures like barnacles and chitons.

 

Look even more closely and you’ll find tide pools with fantastical anemones.

 

On Sunday morning we had just enough time to go to a more serene and less wild place, the Japanese Garden in Hayward. It made me realize that the Beast is still just a youngster. She could get even bigger!

 

It was so still that I was able to take this photograph of the koi swimming through the trees reflected in the water.

 

On the way to the airport we were able to squeeze in visits to two more stores, one a tack shop where I picked up some new reins for Tonk’s bridle.

 

And one was a classic feed store. It’s chick season everywhere. I wish this place was near me. I’d pick up a few. What a great selection, there are Iowa Blues, Campines and Leghorns, and they’re vaccinated for Marek’s!

 

I’m back home where the sky isn’t quite as blue, and it’s not quite as warm, but it feels like springtime (finally!) and it’s time to plant the lettuce.

Dr. Sarah is coming this afternoon to give the Goat Boys their spring shots. Thank goodness for vaccines. They get a yearly rabies shot. Last year a rabid raccoon came up to our back door. We were able to remove it without incident, but the situation could have been disastrous. Knowing that all of our animals were protected alleviated a lot of the worry during that incident.

The Boys also get vaccinated yearly for Clostridium perfringenstype C + D. There are diseases that arrive suddenly and are fatal, this vaccine protects against one of them. We’ll also collect a fecal sample to check for internal parasites. So far we’ve only had a mild infestation once, which was cleared up with ivermectin.

 

While here, Dr. Sarah will vaccinate the dogs for leptospirosis. My dogs are at risk, as they drink from natural water sources that are frequented by wild animals.

A farm call by a vet is a small price to pay to keep Lily on the job and the goats healthy.

I’ve been waiting for this to happen. My White Leghorn, Twiggy, who has been an over-achieving layer since the age of 14 weeks, and who has produced almost non-stop for the last three years, is finally having laying issues. This is inevitable with such birds, it was only a question of when and how.

In order to create an egg shell, the hen first has to digest food that contains calcium, then lay that calcium into her bones, then reabsorb the calcium into her blood stream, which brings it to the shell gland, where it is used to form a shell. As hens age, even when they get enough calcium in their diet, this system becomes less efficient, the shells thin, and eventually the hen can’t make them at all. (Note the two

in the above photo. One contains oyster shell, the other grit, both of which are essential for good digestion and the health of your laying hens.)

Twiggy is still laying almost daily. Her body produces a yolk, which gets surrounded by a white, and then gets encased in a membrane. But she’s not making a shell. As soon as that shell-less egg is laid, it breaks, and Twiggy reaches around to eat it.

 

Twiggy’s bottom is a mess from this.

 

As long as that membrane forms, she’s still able to expel the egg. That’s good. At some point, though, the yolks and whites will not be able to pass easily through the reproductive tract. They’ll solidify, get infected, or back up and fill the body cavity. This is not an unusual scenario.

So far, though, Twiggy is okay. I know because Twiggy is active and eating and drinking normally. She doesn’t strain or look distressed while in the nesting box. She’s fully integrated into the flock. No one bullies her. If she was weak, they would.

 

Twiggy’s comb remains a vibrant red. I think she’s rather pleased that she’s making her own daily snack.

I don’t know how long this stage will last. We’ll just have to let her be and see.

Are you finding it hard to shake a cold? Aches and pains, chills, cough, congestion?

Here’s a cure:

While you have a fever, do exactly what Scooter does.

 

When your temperature gets back to normal, but you still feel rotten, take one of these:

 

Stand with the horse’s warm fur on your cheek and the sun on your back.

You’ll feel better. I guarantee it.

It’s 22º F. This is the view from my office window:

It’s April 5, way too late for an April’s Fools joke.

I’m home sick with a fever and a cough.

So, momentarily, while I’m upright, I thought I’d post a couple of photos from summer.

When the chickens get out on green grass-

 

When flowers bloom-

 

The goats get to gorge on meadow plants-

 

Tonk and I go out on trails (and I don’t have to wear three layers of clothing plus a heavy coat!) –

 

and Scooter gets to sleep in the sun.

There, I feel better already.

None of us are listening to the rabbit tell us how much she likes snow.

 

In fact, now that I’ve posted this, the dogs and I are going back to bed. Wake us up when spring is here.