I decided to go out on Saturday and go to my brother's farm to photograph his animals, I like it when they are small because they are cute but as they grow up, they are for the distribution of their meat for human consumption.
When we arrive at the place, we find this big gate that one of my brother's workers opens for us to enter with the vehicle. We park and then the animal fair starts everywhere.
The rabbits are loose, I could only see one mother rabbit who is just given birth and has her bunnies underneath her, the rabbits are overheated and are hiding under rocks and trees.
Up ahead are the poultry birds, they are ducks of two different species, the white plumaged ones and the black and green plumaged ones, the latter were wild ducks before they were domesticated.
They do not fly from one pole to the other, they are always here. There are also some guineafowls. I like their sound.
Then there are the chicken farms. These are the smaller ones, but there are also big ones that are the ones we will eat for the next sale, because these are chickens for human consumption.
Then you can see the turtles, they are also for sale. There are some turtle eggs hidden in the sand.
If we keep walking, we come across the pig farm. There are some that are breeding, others are still small. They are all born here and are fed for human consumption. Now December is approaching and our table always has as a typical dish, the baked pork leg with spices, it’s a delicious dish.
As I leave the pigs' place I meet the sheep, some of them are pregnant and others are in pre-pregnancy period. It is a small flock but there are always new little ones on the way.
There is an incubator with different eggs inside. I think there are hens and ducks and some chicks are hatching.
At this moment my battery was discharged and left me pending to take pictures, but anyway my brother had to leave again to the city and I had to return to the house for him to go to make a line to get gas.
So here I bring you my weekend adventure at my brother's farm.
Greetings to the farming family.
