Category Archives: Chickens

Operation Cheeks

Cheeks is well.  She needed her afflicted foot addressed, and redressed.

mid-unwrap

HW likes to hold her up sitting on her tail, and that it makes her look like a little person.  She is surprisingly very ok with this.  Whatever you do, don’t put these pictures on the internet! From this upright position, she is very involved in the whole operation.  Quiet and still, but watching it all up close.

I had to flush her wound and try to squeeze out any pus.  You can see her toe is healed, but the infection settled in the palm of her foot, and there’s still swelling.  Extraction went well.Show us your new foot glove!

chicken cuddling

man holding young white chicken
See the feet grabbing on him – “I would like to register my dissent about being picked up.  This is ruining my cred.”

While I’ve been gone over the holidays, my husband has been grabbing chickens.

He spends quite a bit of time holding Cheeks the house chicken, who seems determined to remain designated house chicken indefinitely, I’m no trouble.  No trouble at all!, but also grabbing “wild chickens” in the greenhouse, to cuddle them against their will.

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I’m back!

I was sneaky; I was posting chicken pictures while I was away. But I’m back home and everyone is fine, including the 10 little unseasonal chicks. They’re bigger than they were.

Ursa has four.

Also, I’ve started producing new content at my new location: https://steempeak.com/@selka. You might recognize some of the initial stories:)

So far the platform is so easy to use that it’s like finally getting a drink when you’re thirsty. I’m so ready to say goodbye to WordPress. When I make the switch, the web link happyharvest.ca will just point over there, instead of here, so that little will be affected. I’ll have to confirm that email subscribers aren’t affected either.

For a bit I’ll post on both, until it’s time to switch. I’ll be keeping you posted (harhar).

I will keep this site alive always, so that all of the stuff stays here, but I’m going to stop paying for it, so ads will come back on, etc.

Chicken in a sink!

Boxed In day

You’re doing it wrong.

I’m feeling boxed in

This little rooster is cerebrally challenged. In other words, he’s kinda dumb.

The last surviving rooster of the refugees from the horrible, terrible chicken place (all the hens recovered and relearned how to chicken, although they are all super small), he gets to stay in with the hens because of his beautiful colouring and mild, meek attitude. His brains, on the other hand, leave something to be desired.

The Colonel is at large in the GH, still the ruler of the roost, and boy is he kept busy teaching the young roos some manners. One flying drop kick at a time.

Chickyback ride!

There are now an astonishing TEN unseasonal chicks. Ursa has four, and the other hen has six. Only the two of them stuck out broodiness to the end; all the others gave up (thankfully!)

I’m coming up there!

Ursa has graduated to spending days in a chickery, so the other mama is in the bigger corner coop suite, for a few days, as her chicks are more freshly hatched. A couple are brand new out of the egg.

I think this is Chocolate, but I’ll have to check photos to be sure:)

Only the white ones show up in the low light coop. There are four others under her- brown, black and grey.

Chicks are adorable; it’s hard not to get attached, as they have a hard time not falling over backwards taking a drink, and pile up in the food dish and then wonder what to do.

It’s possible, but to be realistic – it’s unlikely for them all to survive, born in the winter like this.

You never know.

the morning owl

This owl was in the walnut tree, lurking on the greenhouse.

I need to get in there.  I will learn how it opens.

Then it flew to the nearby treeline to watch me, and the treetops above where it perched just filled with small birds of various kinds, including grosbeaks. I wonder what they were planning.

Inside there’s a new pile of chips. It’s not a party in a bag, but they work away at a new pile of chips pretty steadily.

Nosey likes it
Their feet sink down into it. It’s like a pile of leaves.