Happy Harvest Blog
Bedtime, and coop cops
Some of them decided to face the other way, for variety. And two of them decided to have a big pecking fight, on the rail, with one uninvolved keet between them, hunched up low, keeping head down and out of the crossfire raging above him. So funny. Peck you! No, peck you! They're getting slightly more independent; they scatter wider. Packing up the three boxes of moms and chicks, to go into their safe house in the greenhouse (everyone goes in a lock box at night for weasel safety), Fiesty's box was empty.
Chicken Mom / The Inโs and Outโs.
I crawl in and start grabbing the chicks. Uhoh! At the sounds of distress, mom comes rocketing down the ramp, on a rampage! Flying attack beak! Sheโs battling me so fiercely, I have to protect the chicks Iโm trying to grab with one hand from stabbing beak with the other hand. I should mention that being attacked by a two-pound hen, even giving all sheโs got, is not all that threatening.
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Bite size.