This guy’s really into standing on the edge of the bath.
Now in a new location!
You’re doing it wrong.
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.
Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas today, if that’s your culture, and maybe a delicious meal!
No need to eat it with this intensity, though:)
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:)
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.
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.
Cheeks is doing much better than when this photo was taken a few days ago, and that aloe in the background is doing much worse.
She’s done quite a bit of standing on both feet today, which is an improvement.
She really likes to roost on the edge of the box when she’s done eating. She spends a lot of the day there, watching us come and go. She doesn’t miss anything, and I can tell when she wants to go in her banana box for a nap.
It’s neat how much like a cat the house chicken is these days. Quiet, unobtrusive, just there. Only difference is that she doesn’t come and climb into your lap when you sit down. Once placed there though, she’s happy to stay for hours.
Today I put some oatmeal in her dish, but it was hot, so I went upstairs. She was in her box, and I was going to lift her out to her Rubbermaid in a minute when I came back down. This is post-breakfast, mind you, but there was a sound – “Did she just jump out of her box?” Yes, yes she did. She’d seen me do something with her dish and couldn’t wait to find out what it was.
From outside the window.
She’s been demolishing that aloe. Three arms are missing now, and she’s started on a fourth, plus the other plant. It’s good for her, I’m sure, it’s just wild that she’s consuming so much of it!
The chickens are having a ball with their dust baths. There’s quite a bit of spillover.
First dirt spillover out of the bag or box.
Then spillover of chickens bathing in the surrounding area.
Cleopatra is hogging one of the bins, but there’s plenty of bathing outside of the bin.
Cleopatra can spend all day in there. She regularly chooses to stay in come lunchtime, putting off eating. Eh, I can eat later.
She took a whole arm off of this plant (right), and a couple of beak shaped bites out of another arm.
Then she took the tip off another plant. She really ate quite a lot of it, despite the bits she left behind. Apparently, today she just wanted some aloe. It’s good for her. No one else is eating it (I’ve tried, I find it bitter).
This is the box she stands on, to eat, and just to hang out for a lot of the day. Easy to clean:) The aloe just seemed like part of the buffet.
I bought peat moss, for the first time in years, because it’s a horrible unsustainable thing, since the potting soil I was buying is about 90% peat moss anyway, so it was still a fail.
Much cheaper, and it doesn’t have the little white things that the birds pick at and sometimes eat.
There are two halves, both being thoroughly enjoyed.
The greenhouse and the baths are largely vacant, because it’s a thaw day, and everyone is outside.
The netting was all down, but there was just enough overhead clearance for chickens. I tied it all back up for them.
This little one is a little bit smug about being up on the high perch, far above the other chickens.