Happy Harvest Blog
Every morning I have an exploding box of chickens
Every morning I have an exploding box of chickens. Most have them have pushed out of the cardboard boxes they so tranquility spent the night in, and are jumping, and pooping, and scrapping all over the top of the boxes, frantic to get out. We're all cooped up! The broody kennels too (now night occupancy for the greenhouse chickens).They all come busting out, scratching and fluttering, and then vanish, absorbed into the jungle. They love a good hay bale. Brown Bonnet has three little chicks, including the chick that Apples hatched. This was a terrible hatch for her.
More chicks!
Ursa Minor's looking smug (it's funny how they always look smug or proud when they get their chicks, but it is an achievement that cost endurance and attention). Four chicks! How exciting, she got all of hers. There's one! There's another one. These two new moms got transferred out of their broody kennels into boxes and chickeries today, so I could clean the kennels for the next tenants. Daisy finally got her suite upgrade. This one (tentatively "Wolverina" is still so fierce! She only has two chicks hatched, which isn't good, but she's sticking to her eggs.
The Chick Cycle, and Hen-in-a-box
Now the mom will start to teach chicken life skills. Scratching, drinking. The beak sweep, the beak wipe. And of course, the dust bathing.
White chicks
Inside the coop- mayhem. Older chicks and brown hen huddled in a corner, apparently completely weirded out. Three white chicks strewn around, one tumbled down the ramp to the bottom, one still on it, one dead. White hen impassively eating breakfast.
Chick Days
Another chick! A little spotted one, with markings on its back like a spider! Yesterday’s chick is white, now that it’s dried out and fluffy. They are so, unbelievably cute, and tiny! One little chick is weightless in my hand.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
Bite size.
