Happy Harvest Blog
Cheeks eats
I set her on her Tupperware with a view, and she stood there looking like she's one-legged. She demolished her food - chicken food and long grain brown rice- a big hit. She even sampled the potted plant mix. She ate so much rice she passed over her seeds. Outside, the grosbeaks are congregating in the snow. She made an unholy mess of the windowsill, but I was just so happy she was eating. Nothing that won't clean up in seconds.
Auntie Apples- the end of the house chicken era
The little crippled chick was feeling much better today. She started the day with some demanding chirps, so I tucked her in with HW, which always makes chicks happy. After a cozy nap, she got restless and I put her back in her box. I desperately needed more sleep. We had a big driving day and it's not good waking up feeling nauseously sleep deprived. But she wasn't having the box. Cheep! Cheep! CHEEP! CHEEP! CHEEPCHEEPCHEEPCHEEPCHEEPCHEEP! Chicks are loud. Arrgh. I shuffled downstairs, wrapped her in my t-shirt, and tried to go back to sleep with her tucked in against me.
Shoulder chicken
HW had a theory, when I called him later ("You're not going to believe this...). Just before he left in the morning, he'd asked me when I was going to put Apples back out in the world. He figures she heard that, and wanted to put a stop to that line of thinking.
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