It’s wet, and warm, when it’s not cold, and muddy. Not much to see around here but the dust bath these days, which really, doesn’t get old. You’d be forgiven for thinking I have a kiddie pool full of dead chickens in the greenhouse. Toffee the rooster is doing his own thing on the outside, having a hay bath. They get all goth eyeliner from the dirt in their eyes.
Yay, the little girls are using their private dust bath, and enthusiastically. I saw at least three poofy heads in there from the outside, but I didn’t interrupt. This, incredibly, is Yin. So big already. Another sunny day, and even if it’s cold outside (it wasn’t, very), it’s balmy inside. The dust pool is keeping everyone out of trouble. I brought lunch in today and the air was filled with a fine mist like humidity, but it wasn’t mist, it was dust. Everyone must be thoroughly dusted by now. This one just had her feet vaselined, and she is not ready to forgive and forget that I totally messed up her leg feathers.
Here we go.They’re over the privacy stage. They don’t even get out for food sometimes. Even the guineas.I can walk the perimeter and shake out my neck. (She’s got pool-edge walking skills)
They get SO dirty.Why? Why is this a thing? They clearly experience great pleasure at it, and I fail to see the appeal.There’s King David having a looksee.Jack appears to still have a little modesty.How many chickens are here? (Three)
What do they say about jacuzzis? Seats X? This tub “seats eight”, so far. I think once they finish off the bale, it could “seat” 14. That’s a lot of happy chickens.
This time, a hay bath. Their idea – I haven’t seen them do this before, but I guess it was a hay bath kind of day. The hay is thick there, where they took apart a bale. They’re not trying to go through it to the dirt, just enjoying the hay. Weirdos.In the background, the guineas are working on taking apart the next bale.Chicken yoga. Name the asana. I dare you.Hay baths are very relaxing. Well, the Silkie hens are done for now…On second thought, maybe one more dip. More are joining now. The participants are changing.Excuse me, coming through, guineas coming through. That one in the middle is so comfortable. Just curling up like a chick. What? Real roos don’t take baths?
The snow is thin and light and perfect for showing the tracks of hopping song birds. Bird crop circles. Why the interest in these small stumps? (view from our upper deck) The Juncos are a mystery. They like to go under our house. They even fly in, zooming under the window, and their footprints tell a story of great interest in the space under our house.
Why? We have only two theories. That they are getting grit from the bare dirt under the house for their little bird gizzards, or that they are taking seeds under there with them, to eat them where they are not standing in the snow. And why just the Juncos?
Meanwhile in the GH, work has started on the dirt bath bale. They are secretive about it though, almost as though they think they’re being naughty, and I haven’t caught anyone in the act.Except this guinea. Just leaving! So it might be the guineas.But it’s getting hollowed out.
Credit to the Chicken Chick – a recent post said to give hens a wading pool in the winter with peat moss. I thought Hey, I have one of those!
First step, introduction of the pool:Some curiosity. Then, the potting soil. All the hens did ring a rosy around it- What’s this? I’ll let them take that apart themselves. I have to say, I thought there’d be a hen on top of that in seconds, but interest was muted. I expect the top of that will get hollowed out until there’s a chicken wallowing in the top of the bag and the pool is full of chickens.
Stay tuned. Hilarity may ensue.
Meanwhile, back in the old dust bath...The hens are getting worked up about another hot bath.And then, a surprise. First one claiming space, is the keet (it’s in there, but hard to see).What!? How does the keet pull rank? Dibs dirt bath! The keet was the first one in, with a hen, and then pretty much the whole room cycled through it.
The hens and guineas hardly interact…until there’s a dirt bath!Later, when the queue got shorter….
There’s not a lot going on around here but the chickens these days.Philippe Petit is at it again.The usuals. Perchick is facing the other way today, for variety.
I’ve changed the dynamic in the greenhouse these days by moving the little hens out of the teenager house and into the big coop. Every night I reach into the teenager house, gropw around and pull out the four hens and Yin and Yang, put them in the big coop and leave the roosters.
Hopefully they’ll learn to go in the big coop by themselves soon. Then I leave the roosters locked up until last in the morning, after the hens have had priority seating at breakfast. The boys have an entirely different attitude, now that most of the birds are already about their business when they come out. They don’t act so important.Yin and Yang and a young white hen aren’t sure about how to get out of the coop in the morning either.Mushroom run! She’s got a mushroom and just wants to eat it in peace. (The lads are still locked up in the frat house there) A few guineas on their fave hay tower.
Brown Bonnet is outside now, in the Chickery 2.0. She already has an avid suitor. I’ll be your baby daddy!
At night she goes in the box with the brood, and we close the box and carry it into the house, and then back in the morning. The chicks are still so little, I don’t want it to be too much of a strain on her to keep them warm.They’re under her here, but all you can see are a couple little feet sticking out.
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.
When the chickens still had the use of their yards, before winter set in proper, there would be escapes.
Then the other chickens would stand at the fence. HEY! How’d SHE get out there? She’s got all the grass! Once I was working on the deck and a chicken came strolling by. Once HW hollered up “Hey, there’s a chicken out here!” Prancing by the house.
Chickens like eating ice.
They’re so pleased with themselves when they’re out by themselves (Excuse me, I’m free-range. I’m ranging!), it’s a shame to chase them back in, but necessary. They’re confined for their protection in the shoulder season. Hawks and owls are hard at work.
The grass is always greener. The grass gets evenly trimmed exactly six inches on the outside of the fence.