Yin ad Yang and the Sisters are now in protective custody. They have their own fort in a corner. Girls Only!Yin and Yang are turning out to both be hens (so Yang is awkwardly named), and I witnessed a rude roo trying to mate them. I couldn’t believe my eyes! They may be old enough, but they are definitely not big enough, so I’ve put a stop to that, quarantining the whole clique so they can be relaxed and safe. The Sisters are even too small to be assaulted. They seem pleased. No more harassment. They are sitting up on their favorite hay bale exactly as they always did (these four are so sweet. I want them perfectly relaxed and happy). Even though they now have all the essential chicken amenities in their fort, including a private bath, they just sit on the hay bale all day.
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.
Now the snow and ice has socked the birds into the greenhouse, but in the salad days of the shoulder season when they were confined but had a yard, there were adventures.They really loved the pine tree. The Silkies loved the pine tree. And this one loved the pine tree. She was always going a branch higher, or creeping out along the branch.And got really clever about walking along the branch out of the needles of the pine tree, to a viewpoint.I came out and found this, I’m like “What are you doing out there!?”
Oh, am I in trouble? When I made noises and gestures at her she demonstrated her side stepping skills and scuttled back down the branch to the trunk. I was just here all along! She’s going to grow up to be an interesting hen. She’s clever, and not a joiner.
That explained the mystery of how hens were sometimes escaping from their yard, though. They were getting out where the mesh didn’t enclose the tree.
Today at work I fed the future layers some lettuce.
These birds have decided that people are terrifying, and jam themselves in a corner to hide.
They’re just past the awkward stage.
One intrepid bird always sticks their neck out first.
I had to be outside, with the door closed, before they would emerge from hiding.