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Roof sitting
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Roof sitting

Apparently the coop roof is the place for the guineas to camp out. It's nice to work in the greenhouse for some time, enough to see them relax into completely ignoring me and resume their chicken activities. Dozing on the roof. Grooming...Chilin' This is the gang that hangs out on the other roof.  Too bad the roofs don't get washed by the rain when in the greenhouse.

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Afternoon lounge
Chickens Chickens

Afternoon lounge

I took down the cross members that allowed the birds to hang out (and poop) over the Silkies.  That wasn't working for anyone but the poopers. But now the birds are teetering around on the perimeter like it's a long way to tightrope walk. Hens beefing through the fence.  Someday, we'll settle this. The little chickens are adorable, hanging out together in little friend groups.  Someone is showing their (Puff)cheeks lineage. Do you see it? 

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When they were small...
Chickens Chickens

When they were small...

I noticed she seemed to be digging with unusually single-minded determination in one corner.I looked in on them once and she had dug a hole. I thought, any minute, a chick is going to be able to slip out of there. Before I turned away, one did.

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Life: lived Life: lived

Oreos and the Cobra mom

The guinea hen is definitely setting.No idea how many eggs she´s got. Easily 20. Perhaps a chicken egg got in there too. In fact, she could be due any day. I don´t know about guinea terms, but she´s got to be close.And since there´s only three birds walking about yet, I suspect those three are the boys, and the other hen has found her own nest site somewhere in the woods. May she walk out healthy one day with a trail of chicks.

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Chicks!
Chickens Chickens

Chicks!

FIVE chicks! Five healthy, brown and mixed (spider markings) chicks. OMG, so, so SO cute. And an egg with a tiny hole in it. I didn’t even know she had six eggs under her.

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Chickens Chickens

Chicken Mom / The In’s and Out’s.

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! She’s battling me so fiercely, I have to protect the chicks I’m 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 she’s got, is not all that threatening.

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