It sounded like someone stepped on a squeaky toy. I think he was appropriately embarrassed and didn’t do it again. Hope he puts that project on the back burner for a few months. I wouldn’t have thought it possible if I weren’t looking right at him.
I’m like, You! You are barely 12 inches tall at your full stretch. You have nothing to crow about yet!
The teens are so cute!! Bright yellow, big feet, that they have yet to grow into, like puppies. The teens have a set of baby sibling tag-alongs- the four young chicks of Ursa’s, and they (teens) tag along on the Family (Philippe and the Cheeks etc). Galahad escorted them down the path to the house the other day (And here, at times, there are snacks), and now they show up daily, but they feel better if the Family is already there. Moochers of the future.
That would be Oscar and Orlando up front. I don’t care how tall you stand, you’ve got no business crowing about it.Clearly,Toffee’s offspring. Philippe was finding it warm today. Another record setting hot one, and most of the chickens were adopting Airplane Pose.Ursa Minor’s four chicks have been on their own for a week. Surprisingly early! I haven’t looked if they’re still cuddling in the coop, but during the day, there seems to be no further attachment, except to each other. They’re a little peeping squad. They seem to be role-modeling on the teens these days.
It’s really something: now I’ve got chicks that were born here, that were born to chickens that were born here, and their behaviour is remarkably different from the first gens. They’re so confident. So early – still tiny, miniature chickens still fuzzy around the neck- and they project Yeah, I got this, world! No questions or hesitancy. I’m a chicken! Hear me r–! Oh, wait…”
I think we have our Oscar and Orlando! Baby beefin’.They freeze, staring at each other. It’s quite aggressive, considering it’s motionless. You can feel the tension. Then they pretend to go about their business for about a second and a half, then – Freeze! Beak to beak. Big yellow feet:)
I heard some scuffling, then HW blandly said “I think she’s ready to be out of the box.”He’d taken the netting off of her so she could stretch her neck up without restriction. I thought this very promising, a signal that I could return her to the flock, if she was feeling spunky.She perched on the side of the box for a good twenty minutes. Not too terribly spunky.I resumed my business. I heard another scuffle, then silence, and I forgot about it.
She had jumped down, and was standing on the floor. I gave her a local newspaper.We visited. I kept doing my thing. She walked around a little bit, then settled in on her newspaper. I felt she didn’t need any monitoring, and left her to it. Not long later, I heard a third scuffle and checked. She’d just hopped back into her box (where she settled down for a little nap and stayed, without confinement or supervision, the rest of the day).
Funny bird. Her whole foray out of the box was about a half hour long.
I’ve never known a chicken to be so happy to live in a box. It’s crazy. She seems perfectly content to nap, eat, groom herself. Repeat. She eats breakfast and settles down into the hay for a nap. Eats lunch, stretches out in the sun and naps. Eats a snack, sighs, tucks her head under a wing and takes a nap.
I’m glad she’s eating. It’s her only real job. And I can feel her putting on weight. But I do want to see signs of normal chicken behaviour, like escape attempts. Scritching. Opinions. No, she’s just I live in a box now. So the jury is still out on, Is she ill? Or Is she just the mildest chicken ever? She’s growing slow for her age, hence the forced confinement with snack bar, so maybe her mildness is a symptom of hunger? Not the usual symptom of hunger. The only sure way to get a rise out of her is autofocus. The green light makes her hit the dark far side of her box in zero time flat. I’ll be looking through the viewfinder at her, lining up a perfect shot of her being cute, touch autofocus, and *poof*. Where’d she go? I failed to get many excellent pictures that way. The only way I can get closeups is in full sunshine; that drowns out the autofocusing green light. Oh, falling asleep. Going… Gone. No, I’m awake. See, my eyes are o….o…oh, back to sleep
HW shakes his head soberly and says I’m headed for a certain destiny of being a crazy chicken lady that has chickens in the house wearing diapers (Ok, I don’t think that necessarily correlates to mental instability, just sayin), but he loves her too. She’s too precious, and it’s fun to have a quiet little poofy pet. A purse chicken.
These little Silkies have a sweet thing going on. There’s the two young Silkie hens- real beauties, and maybe one has started laying eggs – but they post up all day on the haybale in the middle of the room, and Yin and Yang, whose mom moved on ages ago to have another clutch, cuddle up with them. They really cuddle. They’ve got themselves some sweet stepsisters. Yin and Yang are always trying to burrow under, but they’re way too big for that. Burrowing doesn’t really go anywhere. It’s not like they’re cold, either, they’re just cuddling.It’s super cute to watch birds who are mostly free to choose, over time form attachments and “friendships” and decide where and how they spend their days; to see them organize themselves socially.
Whoa, this guy has grown up! I didn’t recognize him for a beat. When I left he was a teenager.These two think well of themselves. No self-esteem issues here.
The Brahmas persist in using the roof of the chickery as a hangout spot, and they’ve had some friends join them. (Snow White and the dwarves were reinstalled in protective confinement in my absence- they sleep in the covered wagon now inside the chickery)Another rooster doing his best guinea impression. Very few chickens are interested in perching so high (6′).The inseparables, Yin and Yang, who seems like only yesterday got their pants, but now look like complete chickens, only miniature. They’re almost always right side by side. And they like to sit up on a hay bale.