Now I know why the other chickens weren’t impressed by Nosey. This is what they do when I’m not looking.The white one was up there too, before I got the camera. Just walking around up there on the tomato vines. She’s going to practice swinging in a controlled environment.
Nosey is a different little chicken.She runs up to me instead of getting out of my way, routinely stands on my boots and pulls my laces, and is generally underfoot. If I’m bent over the edge of the Silkie yard, or a coop, she’s standing at my elbow. I was cleaning Bravo coop and she was perched right next to my head, not giving me room to swing hay in and out, so I was like, ok, fine, you want to be in the middle of everything?, and I put her on my shoulder. She was quite happy with that and it made it easier for me to work, until she pecked me in the corner of the eye!
Then things went out of focus. It was a solid peck (she did not pull her pecks), but no permanent damage to my eye. Except later I walked the same eye into the spout of a watering can, so maybe my peripheral vision was temporarily compromised.
This also Nosey.I want that tomato. I wants it! Ok, it’s sort of like a swing. I just have to leean out…Last moment before an undignified flapping plummet to the floor. I love that the other chickens find this Tarzan act in no way noteworthy.
Oh, we could definitely make a mess here. This looks much too tidy. Lots of potential.Let me figure out our angle. And, ten seconds later… crash! BOBWAWCK, BOBWAAWCK!
The four middle chicks are kinda loners. A little little chicken gang.On the left is a Silkie cross. She’s experiencing the unfortunate phenomenon of her friends all growing up faster than she is. Her growth has stalled.Caped crusader on the right. The four of them are very attached to each other, and haven’t become latched on to either flock of grown chickens. Their preference so far is to be in the greenhouse with all the babies, but I often put them outside, where they just pal around with each other. They’ve found a great place to simultaneously shelter and lounge.Meanwhile, inside the greenhouse: Oh, they love a good haybale. The little dominoes are so cute. They’re turning into Barred rocks, apparently.I’m here too! Happy Thanksgiving! Turkey impression!
I was taking pictures of Chris and Cream Puff, the love chickens, hanging out together the way they do, but looking back at the pictures in series, it looks like they’re dancing. He is SOOO much bigger than her!Oh, were you watching?
I heard the musical little sounds of the guineas approaching the house (doesn’t happen especially often), so I peeped out.
They were going for the bath! There’s a spot right by the trail where I was weeding out buckthorn, and the birds have decided that that’s the optimum dust bathing locale. Now there’s all divots and feathers. The guineas came in for the bath as purposefully as if they had little towels over their shoulders. It was their specific destination.
I went out to get pictures (all the keets tossing up a storm of dirt), and I felt like the paparazzi sneaking through the bushes, wishing I had a longer lens.
Galahad is hard to fool.He let me get closer though.
The keets have passed their peak cute. They are entering the small turkey phase. Scraggly necks, heads balding, and the fleshy bits that grow on their faces are starting to develop.Their behavior and mannerisms are still super cute. And still bright orange feet, although dark patches are coming in.Galahad is rightfully proud. He has kept them all alive and well, and they are model guineas. He’s a truly outstanding avian parent.They are very musical, the sounds they make. Also very NOT musical, when they’re in a certain frame of mind, and their kind is famous for that. It only took three generations of coddled guineas living here in order to get a non-neurotic batch of comfortable, quiet ones.Vigorous dirt bathing. Oh, now here come the chickens horning in. It’s like, just when you’ve got the hot tub to yourself, ten college kids show up at the pool.Oh, bathing? What a great idea. Don’t mind if I do. I’ll just, excuse me, I’ll just… get in right here, if you don’t mind, just pushing over a bit? Back to looking like rocks. There’s Cheeks sporting her jacket. She’s breaking it in. It’s working though, the simple design is keeping the right places covered. And… there they go. We’re done here. ‘scuse me.If we could just get by ya here.And, there they go. Back to the greenhouse area. That happened so fast that little brown rooster hasn’t moved. What was that just happened!?The chickens don’t always congregate by the deck, they don’t even show up to the house daily, but when they do, I love it. They come in a drove, and sprawl out, more like they’re visiting and comfortable here than that they’re rabid for handouts. It’s nice and safe by the house for them, so I’m glad they do. They love those sawhorses. Those’ll go in the greenhouse this winter for them
I’ve got a bunch of porch sitters.Other than Perchick, these are all this years chicks, all grown up (almost). This crowd is always together. There’s Inky and Velvet and Speckles (all lovely), and Pepper trying and failing to look distinguished. They’re very relaxed. Head under the wing relaxed. Another one down. He’s almost rolling over, he’s so asleep.And three.Ok, everybody hide their heads!
They were just hanging out, prepared to stay for the long haul.
Inky and Velvet are so beautiful (and so sweet). Inky still insists (very, very determined) on going to bed in the tree, but she might give a little chicken hug (neck snuggle) when you move her. She had Speckles with her one night, and one of the Five once (uhoh, where one goes the other four will also), but so far, she’s the only diehard tree rooster.In different lights they are green iridescent, or purple. Just gorgeous.
One of Foxy’s (the oldest of the small chicks) chicks has a feather issue today. This sometimes happens, more often to the Silkies though. Can you spot it? What?It has little outrigger feathers growing sticking straight out from its shoulders.It’s so funny. It’s like only two feathers are committed to flying. They’ll be gone in a couple days.Guineas doing their guinea thing. They’re growing so fast.Galahad has a feather stuck on his face. A keet is about to notice and pluck it off for him. It’s the most beautiful time of year. Cool enough to want a sweater in the morning, no bugs, beautiful light, endless sunny days. This is the best time to work (there sure is enough of that).Feisty’s chicks have discovered perching (look next to the trunk for the third pair of legs). Feisty’s not into it, but of course, these chicks are biologically from clan Perchick or Puffcheeks, so they can’t be stopped from climbing trees. She’s such a good mom, but then, the fiercely protective hens usually are.
Chocolate’s out of the chickery now too.This is great. All the small chicks with moms are at large, meaning I don’t have to constantly monitor do they have shade, do they have water? Their moms take care of that now (lots of water options). Soon enough there will be another round of chicks hatching.She’s diving right into the dirt bath. There’s two popular spots at the moment, an old pig wallow, and this one under the corner of the hen rain tent, which is a bit of a sauna in the sunshine. The dirt she’s spraying is sticking to the condensation on the roof.Guineas when they’re not aware they’re being watched.
Oh, last night! I went to open the door for guinea bedtime, and I didn’t see them so I hollered Galahad’s name. I saw him pop out of the woods by the pig fence, quite far away, periscoping. I’m like “Hello! Over here! Yoohoo, I’m here to open the door”, waving, like over a crowd at an airport.
In the moment, this sort of thing – waving at and calling a bird – feels rather silly.
Galahad launched into the air, as did all the keets behind him, and flew in to me. A little cloud of keets inbound. They fluttered down to land at the coop and I stood back for them to scamper through the door of the greenhouse for bedtime. Thanks, human. This bird is incredible. Cotton’s chicks exploring out of the box.Big pathway pileup.
Perchick became the most recent “wildlife” to hop in the open door of the house, casually jumping up on the doorstep and poking through the screen door to look at me. Hey. So, yeah. Got any snacks? I was peeling peaches and didn’t get up. She rummaged through a basket by the door, ignoring my remonstrations, and then casually left. No snacks. Chickens haven’t strolled into the house that I know of since the episode with the dried beans last year (maybe they do it all the time when I’m not here).The young teens (the Famous Five/Pufflings) and the tweens have formed an alliance to mount an assault on the bird feeder (there’s nothing in it). Recon complete, moving in.. . ckkk… ground support in place … ckkk… on final approach. .. ckk ….