Happy Harvest Blog
Fowl life in the Greenhouse
Fowl life in the GreenhouseThe Chanticleer teenagers are now very large, still growing every day, and coming into their gender. White one on the left is the fastest developing roo, and he is refining his crow. So far he sounds like Frankenstein laughing with marbles in his mouth.
New Roo in the zoo
The new rooster has arrived! The ladies like him. I thought I might call him Jacques, since when I was driving him home I couldn't remember any lullabies but Frére Jacques. Over and over and over... But I'm not sure it fits.Things have settled down since the first day.
Coop infiltration continued
One hen, the mom of two, had three chicks under her (sleepover!). The other (less intelligent) six were huddled in the box where their mom had taken to sleeping. No mom.
Hen homies
I have the most thoroughly integrated flock of hens I've ever had, to date. They hang together, closely. This is odd because the current layers are from three sources. The "old original hens" - the wise old survivors that grew up free-rangin', yo, the "co-op hens" - unfortunate clipped beaks, and no survival skills at all, and the "leftover hens" from the neighbour
New chickens
She had that natural chicken talent of plunging off into something dense at the last minute before going where you want her to. So I chased her, and she got more and more agitated, and louder, and finally, she was screaming and flapping away from me hot on her henny heels, and... finally, the rooster got involved.
Week 2 with the laying hens - still a novelty!
They are endlessly entertaining, popping out of the grass, sneaking, running, exploring. They love it under our box truck and hang out under there every day, whether rainy or sunny. H.W. has a swarm of chickens near him most of the time when he’s working. Chainsaw, splitting firewood, dragging things around - they drift along behind him as he works.
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