How to deal with a flat wheelbarrow tire Around the third time my wheelbarrow got a flat tire, I knew that I had to make a change. I depend on my wheelbarrow and my cart to transport many things around the farm everyday. Changing a wheelbarrow tire is more difficult than changing a bike tire, and the wheelbarrow always decides to get a flat tire when you need it the most. I never kept extra tubes around, and every time I got a flat tire I would have to stop the task that I was in the middle of and until I went to the store and bought a new tube and changed it, my ability to haul around mulch and the like pretty much came to a halt. Some new wheelbarrows come with no-flat tires, but I am using old wheelbarrows that either belonged to family members or were left on the property when I moved in. I bought this this no-flat tire that has a rubber core on amazon. I seemed to work well, so I bought 2 more. I was telling a friend about how happy I was that I would never have to deal with another flat wheelbarrow tire again and commented that they should make no-flat bicycle tires. His response was “They do.” I could only find ones that fit mountain bike wheels, but since one of my bikes is a mountain bike this worked out ok for me. Getting a flat tire miles from my house had definitely been a contributing factor to not riding my bike more often. I’ve never considered trying to change a flat bike tube away from home and i couldn’t imagine finding the hole to patch using spit as some hard core cyclists can. Sure the tire might not have quite as much give in it, but and ride is not as smooth, but to me it is worth it. Some things you need to spend more money on upfront to save money and time in the long run. You have to buy a few wheelbarrow tubes to equal the cost of the no-flat tire, so it seems expensive at first, but to me it was totally worth it. |
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Give a Chicken What She Wants
I creep under cover of darkness, clutching a cardboard box in front of me. To keep my hands free, I am wearing a headlamp to light my way. I am about to confront the most terrifying creature that dwells on Once Upon a Farm: the broody hen. If you approach her, her feathers stand on end, she screeches like a velociraptor from Jurassic Park, and she will peck you. Hard. But at night she will be half asleep and maybe I can come out of this unscathed. It was an experiment I was hoping would work. I’m attempting to get this particular hen to adopt some  ducklings and goslings. This way I don’t have to use a heat lamp to keep them warm, and the hen can teach them what to eat. These Buff Orpingtons really want to be mothers. She will run back and sit in the nest after I’ve removed her and taken all her eggs. She will sit on other hens’ eggs. She will sit on golf balls or even an empty nest, so I’ll give her what she wants. I open the back of her nest box and slide my hand under the hen, quickly removing the golf balls I had placed there earlier. The golf balls were used to trick her into believing she is sitting on some eggs. I open the lid of the cardboard box and pull out a duckling which I slide under the chicken mama’s wing. Next, I take out a gosling and slip it under her other wing. Oh, oh - She’s starting to shift around and wake up. The waterfowl babies are being noisy and cheeping. I slip a couple more under her. I feel like I’m running out of room under her, so I start just putting them in the nest box next to her, trusting them to burrow beneath her. BIG MISTAKE! She has woken up and sees these strange animals. Are they trying to steal her babies? She pecks at them and they run out of the nest box into the 4’ x 8’ shelter. It’s nighttime and the temperature is pretty cold. They try approaching her again, wanting to crawl under all those fluffy warm feathers. Are you our mommy? She pecks at them whenever they get close and they tumble away. The poor two day old orphans! All they want is a mommy. I decide to turn off my light and let her get sleepy again. After 15 minutes, I crawl through the two foot high opening in the shelter and gather the lost babies, one by one. I can barely see, since I have left my light off to avoid waking the broody hen. I can just make out shapes by the scant moonlight that shines through the windows. I slide each of the baby waterfowl under her. She pecks me a of couple times, but not hard enough to draw blood. She can’t see well in the dark, so her aim is bad. The babies are smart and stay where it’s warm and the hen doesn’t kick them out. Everything seems fine. I had a heat lamp ready to be set up as a backup plan, but after half an hour when I check on them, they all seem to be nestled contentedly under her and there is no loud peeping, a sign that someone is distressed or cold.  |
Ruler of the chickens
This is Compie and a few of his girlfriends. He often picks things up and drops them. Supposedly roosters will do this when they find something good to eat and want to share it with a hen, and sometimes they do it to lure hens over to them. I've only ever seen him do it with rocks and sticks. One of the hens ate one of the rocks he found, so maybe he was giving her a good rock for her gizzard. I named him Compie because he was always in the compost pile. I've had a few chats with him. I told him he's in charge of protecting all the hens. He's not laying eggs, so he has to earn his keep somehow. |  |
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