All of a sudden we have so many animals that I feel more like the Old Woman in the Shoe than Old MacDonald. And the thing is, we did some drastic reduction in December, so theoretically we should have less animals, not more.
Old MacDonald had some horses
Although we exchanged Beauty for the wood to put on the roof (See Up On the Roof that Almost Wasn’t), we still have Shadow and Joey, two of Beauty’s babies (See Beauty’s Babies). Shadow will be two years old this summer and has begun her heat cycles. We are not interested in breeding her yet. The thing is that Joey, as young as he is, gets all bothersome during these heat cycles. As both horses are housed together, this is a wee bit of a problem. I keep after my husband to put the wall he has had planned for ever so long up, but it hasn’t happened yet.
Old MacDonald had a donkey
We still have ol’ Fiona, although my husband threatens to sell her every few weeks. I argue against it. For one, she does all the plowing at present as the horses are not yet trained. Secondly, when we go on our family horse trips, I ride Fiona, disregarding the opinions of onlookers. She is a dainty walker, not a roller coaster ride like Beauty was, and so much closer to the ground. I am also campaigning for her to have a stall, at least during the rainy season. She so hates to get wet. That too is on my husband’s list of projects. (See Donkey races in La Yacata)
Old MacDonald had some goats
We sold several goats in December to finish paying for the roof. But lo and behold in February, our remaining goats multiplied. (See Birth and Death) In a little over a week, our herd went from 8 chivas (nanny goats) and one chivo (macho goat) to 20. Well, it is the Year of the Goat according to the Chinese calender, so I guess we should have seen it coming. (See Goat Genetics)
Old MacDonald had some some sheep
Even though Flaca and Panzas kicked the bucket (See Birth and Death) we still had little Jack. He refused to associate himself with any of the kids, although he had many to choose from. We thought it best to get him a little companion, as sheep are never solitary creatures. So now, Jack and Jill frolic merrily up the feed trough. (See Separating the sheep and the goats) And Mary, whose fleece is white as snow, is right behind them.
Old MacDonald had some chickens
We have had chickens since the beginning and I’m ok with that as long as they stay out of my garden. There are periods that we have more than one rooster and the morning ode to dawn is a little more than I can bear. Then I start in on how we don’t want a palenque (a fighting rooster ranch) and it’s time for chicken soup. (See Why did the chicken cross the road) The number of our hens vary and as my husband is all about bulkos (speckled) he likes to try for genetic variety in our flock. Just this week, we discovered we have a culeca (broody) hen and that means peeps before too long!
Old MacDonald had some turkeys
One day out in the field that we share-crop, my husband found a turkey–just out of the blue. He snuck up on it and pounced. With a wing clip, Mr. Turkey joined our barnyard critters. He didn’t much like the kids at first and kept pecking at them. We were concerned he might peck out an eye. I think he thought of them as interlopers. He eventually stopped when the sheer number of kids overwhelmed him.
We then found him a Mrs. Turkey and the newly wedded pair couldn’t be happier. Both are a little young for egg production, but we have hopes. The funny thing is the coloring. Mr. Turkey is bluish and Mrs. Turkey is pinkish–talk about gender coding!
Old MacDonald had some rabbits
We’ve kept rabbits before and always found them light maintenance and fairly profitable. (See Waskely Wabbits) So when my husband was offered four adult females for $100 pesos, he jumped at the offer. They are currently free-range rabbits, which means my backyard garden is on hold. I’m thinking I may have to do a container garden on the roof as rabbits just won’t be contained.
Old MacDonald had some cats
We’ve had at least one cat since moving to Mexico. We even brought our cat with us from the U.S. However, our neighbors have caused the premature deaths of many of our cats with random distribution of rat poison. (See 101 Perritos)
Licorice, aka Lickie, has had 3 litters, but this is the first time any of the kittens have survived. This time she presented us with three little kittens, Lickie 2, Devil 2 (who looks like our adopted rescue kitten Devil) and Sancha. There’s a joke here. To be “el hijo de Sancho” means the child is the result of someone other than the husband. Lickie 2 looks like her mom. Devil 2 looks like Devil. But Sancha, well, she looked like the neighbor’s tom cat. We put Sancha up for adoption, so that cut the engorda de gatos (cat fattening business) down to 4.
My husband, who isn’t a big fan of cats generally has changed his opinion. Our cats are excellent mousers. As we have quite a bit of dried food to make it through until the rainy season for all of our grazers, there are mice. The cats have been doing a bang up job of keeping the rodent population to a minimum. I’m a little concerned about the rabbits though. Baby bunnies look an awfully lot like baby mice after all.
Old MacDonald had a dog and Chokis was his name-O
We’ve had a number of puppies and dogs in residence during our 9 years in Mexico. (See 101 Perritos) Our current canine pal is Chokis. My husband has moved him outside the gated community of animals, but he is as faithful as…well a dog. He sleeps next to Fiona right in front of the house and is so pleased to see us pull up on the moto that he pees himself. Talk about puppy love! He does a great job of letting us know when someone passes (as does Fiona).
Old MacDonald had a cow
My husband has had a bee in his bonnet for about a year wanting a becerro (cow). I have been opposed to this idea just because we honestly don’t have room. The spacing challenge didn’t dismay him in the least. Finally, he broke down and bought his brother’s year old bull for 3 goats and $3000 pesos. He presented it to me as a rescue mission. He bought the bovine because B didn’t take proper care of him. It’s itty bitty living space was knee deep in mud and poop. Well, the deal was already done, whether or not I approved and so now we have a cow, or rather a bull. The plan is to engordar (fatten) him up and sell him full grown for meat. We tend to get extremely attached to our animals so we will see if that happens or not. Let’s call him Toro.
If you are thinking that this doesn’t seem like many animals for a farm, remember our entire property measures 14 meters x 20 meters, with almost half of that being our house. The multitude does provide plenty of home-grown fun though. Take a look at some of the chivitos (goats) playing ring around the rosy with Jack. However, I’m not sure that Jack likes it all that much.