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!
My computer stopped working today in a way that seems forboding-ly final. It won’t turn on and won’t charge. No warning signs. The current suspicion is that some snow got into it.
I’m already emotionally recovering. The blow is that my computer is my work, and there was quite a lot of data only on that computer. Now it is currently inaccessible in a deadline week, and I’m not exactly embracing having to re-record half of a book the week before Christmas!
Earlier this week I lost a couple months of photographs in a half second’s bad decision. Format? Yes. NO! I mean- ah shit. Now I only have the pictures I put on here!
It could always be worse. I lost loads of pictures of Cheeks, but I did not lose Cheeks. It could have been three books, but it’s only half of one. I have the software I need on HW’s computer; I can get by. Technology can be disappointing.
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.
Ursa’s got four little chicks (living). Two were already dead. The future is not bright for chicks hatched at the beginning of winter. But I’ll do my best to help her.
One piece of cardboard and she’s got a student apartment now. That’ll be enough space for a few days, as they’ll spend most of their time under her.
I moved her back from the kitchen so the chicks would tumble out so I could get some pictures.
Turns out the chicks were super into some more food.
The other four crazy broody hens (down from six crazies – turns out it IS contagious) are busy playing egg burgle bingo, trying to steal eggs from each other. We’ll see if any of them also successfully hatch.
I can’t believe this just happened. I was closing up the birdies’ coops in the almost completely dark, and there was one guinea that wasn’t up on the perch. It’s tough; their perches swing, and they fall off, or knock each other off, but they are usually all back on by nightfall.
He was sitting on the edge of the chickery slash confinement module. I was already crouched beside him to shut the big coop, so I reached out, like, here, I’ll help you up (haha). He let me touch him! Not a hint of a flinch. They’re dopey at night, but we could still see each other.
I started prying his little toes off of the edge to take his feet in my hand. Once he was standing on my hand instead of the wooden edge, I stood up with him. He settled right down on my hand, squeezing my fingers with his feet like he was ready to stay. One foot was colder than the other.
It was Flash, one with the white wingtip feathers. I raised him up to the perch, but since he was not at all motivated to jump from my hand to the perch, he did not (Oh, I don’t mind staying on the heated perch), and I’m not tall enough to reach their pole.
I had to stand on a hay bale and stretch over, and then he shuffled his feet from my hand to the perch. Adorably, the next bird over on the perch then side shuffled over to cuddle, which was friendly:)