A dusting of frozen ice greeted me this morning. A disappointment after going to sleep to the hopeful sound of rain on the roof.
Buck and his red ladies came out and immediately went underneath the coop. First Buck put his beak out and announced that the ground was unpleasant. He made a noise I haven't heard before, not a growl or critical observation as usual, more of a monosyllabic noise with an inflection of "This is precisely what I was trying to avoid!"
In Avian American it was: "grrrah" duration, one second, repeated after a 3 second interval.
Becky & Mae refused to leave the shed, Becky came out hours later when the sun came out and things had warmed a bit.
Mae, with steely eye, sat on eggs. A waste of time in this cold.
Barbie likes to fly out of the shed, but when she landed she yelled "PIP" and jumped up in the air. She continued to do this until she got over to the un-sawed tree limbs near the coop. She stood there complaining while the bridge club ran full speed for the porch where there would be dry shelter, sun, food and water. I picked her up to deliver her to the flock She seemed fine with that, no wiggling, no protesting.
By that time, Buck had led everyone who would follow toward the front yard until he saw me holding a chicken. That seemed to spark his enthusiasm, and he ran back to the porch to have a word with me about it, all his girls running after him with wings outspread. I put Barbie down near the food and stepped briskly into the house behind the sliding glass door. Buck pecked at it a few times and having made his point, bustled off.
Buck and his red ladies came out and immediately went underneath the coop. First Buck put his beak out and announced that the ground was unpleasant. He made a noise I haven't heard before, not a growl or critical observation as usual, more of a monosyllabic noise with an inflection of "This is precisely what I was trying to avoid!"
In Avian American it was: "grrrah" duration, one second, repeated after a 3 second interval.
Becky & Mae refused to leave the shed, Becky came out hours later when the sun came out and things had warmed a bit.
Mae, with steely eye, sat on eggs. A waste of time in this cold.
Barbie likes to fly out of the shed, but when she landed she yelled "PIP" and jumped up in the air. She continued to do this until she got over to the un-sawed tree limbs near the coop. She stood there complaining while the bridge club ran full speed for the porch where there would be dry shelter, sun, food and water. I picked her up to deliver her to the flock She seemed fine with that, no wiggling, no protesting.
By that time, Buck had led everyone who would follow toward the front yard until he saw me holding a chicken. That seemed to spark his enthusiasm, and he ran back to the porch to have a word with me about it, all his girls running after him with wings outspread. I put Barbie down near the food and stepped briskly into the house behind the sliding glass door. Buck pecked at it a few times and having made his point, bustled off.
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