More eggs on Saturday and Sunday, making a total of eight in nine days from Eve.

Saturday we borrowed a farm pickup from my wife's cousin and went across country to pick up my daughter's new doe, Clover. She's an American Alpine from a champion bloodline, and is a pretty little thing (for a goat).

The problem is that Clover is a spoiled brat. She was hand fed by the breeders, so she doesn't know the ins-and-outs of life on the Faust Farm. For example, I put down the grain for the goats on Sunday, and Clover turned her nose up at it, coming over and nuzzling me because she wants to be hand fed.

She'll catch on. When I started keeping chickens in the barnyard, Lewis and Clark were total annoyances, too, and eventually they learned the routine and that Brings Food Man also must work with the cat and chickens.

Meantime, on Saturday I built a small perch on the front of the hanging next box to hopefully facilitate it's use - if not by the Reds, then by the chicks as they reach laying age. I also cleaned out part of the tack room in search of missing pieces of the goat cart harness (the goat cart was delivered on Friday evening - check my daughter's blog because I'm sure she's detailed all of that). Sunday I found a pitchfork in an old part of the barn and confirmed that it was much better to use for moving hay and manure than the hoe was.

I have also come to the conclusion that, at least at the chick stage, the four breeds I own have different personalities. The Red Sex Links are the most adventurous. If there's something new like a perch or a pile of hay (or, yes, manure), they're the first ones to check it out. They were the first to venture out of the coop as the weather turned nice. The White Rocks are more sedate versions of the RSL's. It's like they know they can go exploring and such, but it's not cool to be excited about it. The Silver Laced Wyandottes are the barnyard ninjas. Life in the barnyard is one big party of near-body slams and flying leaps. The Rhode Island Reds are the most timid. They prefer the safety of the coop, and are usually the last ones to venture out, if at all.

And of course, as it turns out, the most timid one of all of them is Rocky, the potential rooster.

Well, perhaps Jean-Bob will turn out to be one - and then I'll have a ninja rooster.