This morning, I unaccountably woke up early enough to let the chickens out at a time of their choosing. I like to sleep in until 8. Buck starts making noise before it is anything like sunrise. He's like those people who, when they invite you to dinner, tell you it's an hour earlier than it really is because they know you well enough to know better.
I've gotten pretty good at getting out of the way in spite of morning stiffness or lethargy. Today I got all the way back to the house and had a cup of coffee made before Buck and most of the girls would put their un-shod feet in the snow.
Stella and Pearl came running out and raced ahead of me to the porch where they got first pick of the scraps of lettuce and other vegetables.
I put out some fresh unbroken leaves of collards, chard and romaine for them and they danced back and forth, tossing the lettuce in to the air, playing catch with it and finally eating it.
At about 9, when it had warmed up a bit, everyone was on the porch playing volley ball with the lettuce. I was trying to determine what the rules were but all I could discern was that the Bridge Club still believe that they go first when treats are distributed, and snap a beak at the B's until they have had enough to be willing to share. The B group jump up in the air and squeak in protest.
Barbie is a flier, and has found that she can exploit the established ladies' fear of things coming from above by climbing up on the wood pile and flapping in to their midst.
It buys her some time.
Buck is displaying what looks like frostbite on his comb, even though the coop is heated. I do not understand. I went online to a specialist in avian issues, but they were not helpful. I don't know why I keep asking, nobody seems to know anything.
Well; I guess I have to let myself off the hook, because nobody else is going to. Buck is in a warm place, how is he getting frostbite? None of the girls have it, because they sleep with heads protected.
I suppose Buck has to be on guard duty and can't take a moment to see that his head stays warm.
Maybe a little hat?
I've gotten pretty good at getting out of the way in spite of morning stiffness or lethargy. Today I got all the way back to the house and had a cup of coffee made before Buck and most of the girls would put their un-shod feet in the snow.
Stella and Pearl came running out and raced ahead of me to the porch where they got first pick of the scraps of lettuce and other vegetables.
I put out some fresh unbroken leaves of collards, chard and romaine for them and they danced back and forth, tossing the lettuce in to the air, playing catch with it and finally eating it.
At about 9, when it had warmed up a bit, everyone was on the porch playing volley ball with the lettuce. I was trying to determine what the rules were but all I could discern was that the Bridge Club still believe that they go first when treats are distributed, and snap a beak at the B's until they have had enough to be willing to share. The B group jump up in the air and squeak in protest.
Barbie is a flier, and has found that she can exploit the established ladies' fear of things coming from above by climbing up on the wood pile and flapping in to their midst.
It buys her some time.
Buck is displaying what looks like frostbite on his comb, even though the coop is heated. I do not understand. I went online to a specialist in avian issues, but they were not helpful. I don't know why I keep asking, nobody seems to know anything.
Well; I guess I have to let myself off the hook, because nobody else is going to. Buck is in a warm place, how is he getting frostbite? None of the girls have it, because they sleep with heads protected.
I suppose Buck has to be on guard duty and can't take a moment to see that his head stays warm.
Maybe a little hat?
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