Happy Harvest Blog
Phi kappa peck
The boys came trundling out of their new house in the morning to start a long day marching up and down along the fence separating them from the girls like they were picketing Jericho. The girls are inside the orange fence, the roosters are inside the white fence. All-day, back and forth. In one day they tamped down a groove in the dirt along that fence. They took breaks for shade, and food, but barely. On the girls' side, it was all How's the serenity?
when we're dancin' beak to beak
I think we have our Oscar and Orlando! Baby beefin'. They freeze, staring at each other. It's quite aggressive, considering it's motionless. You can feel the tension. Then they pretend to go about their business for about a second and a half, then - Freeze! Beak to beak. Big yellow feet:)
Outside looking in
The five outcast roosters are spending their days gazing through the plastic wall, or fence, at all the fun the others are having, and the hens prancing around. Their coop is on the edge of the woods, but they have gravitated, in a group, to the side of the greenhouse. They haven't investigated too far. Not far enough to find the end of the fence. It's only one section now, to deter them from getting at the rest of the flock (it doesn't take much). There are enough roos in the mix, and I don't want any of these guys' genes.
Silkie rampage
It was awe-inspiring. We watched the two of them running off into the woods, hollering and shrieking, as far as we could see, while H.W. narrated. “Yeah! What she said! Dirtbag!”
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