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We lounge hard

Chickens do an awful lot of lounging.  They lounge under trees, in the sun, lots of time on the paths, and in dust baths.  Their favorite seems to be dappled shade.

Big group lounge under a secondary pine tree.Early post-breakfast perching is common.Big dust bath near the house. Barred & Brahma lounging.The birds have this odd tendency to sort themselves out by colours, like laundry.  The darks.The lights/colours.

There’s some big boys emerging out of the tweens.

It’s adorable how much they cuddle.  They lean on each other, pile up, stretch out their legs, and when they’re young, they crawl under each other’s necks like going under a mama.

This is Pepper

Pepper is “the black one” of Perchick’s chicks, but is turning out to be a barred rock!

I got things to do!

At least, part barred rock.  There is a suspect feather or two on his/her feet, and he/she’s on the small side, so she could be a Silkie cross.   I don’t know what I’m going to get.  Super cute, though!

Places to be!

serene afternoons

The chickens are getting used to living both in and out of the greenhouse.  That’s good.  You’re supposed to implement change slowly with chickens, let them get used to one thing at a time.  I was transitioning the GH today, hanging the screen doors (this year with orange snow fence to better help pollinators find the doors, cleaning out all the winter chicken crap- all the ugly snow fence and sticks, and the greenhouse looks bright and spacious again.  Just hay, the composting coop cleanouts in the feed sacks (not sure what garden they’ll go to), and the tomato safe.

And of course the chicken hangers-on.  All of them crammed in the one shadow in the room, when they could be out in the breeze.They are intentionally or not keeping the broody hen company.  She’s in that box in the tomato safe.

Yeah, I’m with you.

One of these things is not like the other.Feisty little Annie Smith Peck hangs with the big girls.  She’s so funny!  She’s been different from day 1.

The breeds get along so well, now that the greenhouse is without borders.  They mix right up, and are so cute lounging together.  But when the food comes out, the layer hens become greedy ravening animals, so the Silkies need to be segregated in order for them to get a fair chance at the food.  I don’t want to keep them cooped up, but they have to be separate, to survive.   They’re slowly drifting outside. 

We’ll take shade wherever we can get it
See those bags in the corner?
I found a chicken butt jammed in here at night, too.

The walnut tree roosters

The funniest thing about the arrival of the Brahmas is the reaction of the Silkie roosters – the two “exiles” as I call them, since they don´t interact with the main tribe and mostly hide in the coop.  Or did, until the Brahmas came.

I think they feel they´ve gone to heaven since the Brahmas arrived.  The second night they were sandwiched between the big pillowy ladies.  I  haven´t been this comfortable since I was a chick. 

And ever since they´re really coming out of their shell.  No more hiding in the coop.  They hang all day in the shrub with the Brahmas, who really just lie around.

The big sign of transformation is that they are starting to crow!  It´s not pretty (whoa, is there a rooster gargling over there?).  That means they are feeling very good about themselves.  Looks like some new copper tail feathers are coming in too.  I’m glad they’re so happy.

They don’t mate the big girls (larger than they are).  They seem perfectly content to snuggle.

Good looking guys.

I call them the walnut tree tribe – the mixed bunch of chickens who have decided they live in the small coop under the walnut.  They are a distinct group now.  Mom and the Oreos, the two roos, and the Brahmas.  They interact surprisingly little with the Silkies who moved into the big coop, who live just at the other end of the greenhouse.  The guineas and layer hens freely visit either tribe, and a couple of layers drop off eggs in the small coop.