Happy Harvest Blog
Romeo's first day
Chris started his day with fights. The Silkie roosters took him on one at a time, from the top of the pecking order down. While he was distracted, another one chased Cream Puff and grabbed her by the tail. Hugely indignant, she escaped to the top of the coop, all ruffled up, to watch the fights. This was crazy! I was like, what are you thinking!!? This little rooster taking on the giant is like when your unsporty desk job friend has a few drinks and wants to fight the bouncer.
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.
New hens-integration
These new chickens are like little waifs, with no life skills. They are bad at scratching and foraging. They are bad at leaving the greenhouse. They very quickly mastered trailing around after me and whining.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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