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Found one of my sex links had gotten out dogs where out but she headed for the chicken yard had placed three of the auction birds in the main coop so did not let anyone out in the main chicken yard today not sure how the sex link had gotten out was able to get her before the dogs did then recalled we had not after I dropped her in their big yard had to go find her not to hard she wanted back in their yard walked up picked her up took her back to the man door on the front placed her back in that yard
 
92° out there, and still no rain. I have been loading up jugs of water in the Mule and watering trees and bushes too far to reach with the hose. Even the weeds are crispy and crunch when you walk on them. Trees are losing leaves.

Last year, even without Florence's contribution, was a year of record rainfall (by this time last year, we had already gotten more rain than we get all year in an "average" year). This year, we have had less rain to date than has ever been recorded since the records started being kept. It seems crazy to talk about trees dying of root rot in a drought, but that's exactly what is happening all over the area.

Every time I see rain on the weather radar, I am thankful that at least somebody is getting some precip!
 
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Looking for Frank. It LOVES him!
 
Knock has been out and about with her two remaining chicks today.
There was no slow start introduction to the wide world. One chick fell out of the coop on it's own and she went back for the other and basically kicked it out.:th
Usually, hens that hatch chicks next to the vegetable garden spend a few minutes taking a bath and lead their chicks to cover making brief forays on scratching lesson trips and food hunting. Not Knock. She had marched them to the compost heap in the first half hour and then most of the way to the donkey stables. I'm talking 50 yard walks with three day old chicks.:hmm
Knock has also undergone a bit of a personality change. She's gone from a fairly independently minded but friendly hen into a raving psychopath.
At dusk, most hens make their way back to the coop well before the rest of the tribes. Knock it seems was thinking about spending the night out and had the chicks underneath her wedged in the gap between the top and bottom layer of a pallet stood on end.
After a few fairly savage pecks; one has only just stopped bleeding, I finally managed to persuade her that the coop was a better bet having ushered her and the chicks to the bottom of the ramp.
It's no wonder poor Notch who shares the coop with her approaches roost time very carefully.
The whole family has been barking mad, Cheepy (great grandmother) Dink (grandmother) Donk (mother) are/were complete nutters.
I'm expecting to find Knock and her chicks up a tree any day soon.:rant
 
Kinda funny here took 3 of the bigger birds from auction into the main coop so white bird no tail feathers blue coat on her 2 EE just had to nab one she was smaller than the other but they white and one where at the feeder she kept hiding behind the nest box took 15 minutes to get her out of there
 
Kinda funny here took 3 of the bigger birds from auction into the main coop so white bird no tail feathers blue coat on her 2 EE just had to nab one she was smaller than the other but they white and one where at the feeder she kept hiding behind the nest box took 15 minutes to get her out of there
 
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Looking for Frank. It LOVES him!






Knock has been out and about with her two remaining chicks today.
There was no slow start introduction to the wide world. One chick fell out of the coop on it's own and she went back for the other and basically kicked it out.:th
Usually, hens that hatch chicks next to the vegetable garden spend a few minutes taking a bath and lead their chicks to cover making brief forays on scratching lesson trips and food hunting. Not Knock. She had marched them to the compost heap in the first half hour and then most of the way to the donkey stables. I'm talking 50 yard walks with three day old chicks.:hmm
Knock has also undergone a bit of a personality change. She's gone from a fairly independently minded but friendly hen into a raving psychopath.
At dusk, most hens make their way back to the coop well before the rest of the tribes. Knock it seems was thinking about spending the night out and had the chicks underneath her wedged in the gap between the top and bottom layer of a pallet stood on end.
After a few fairly savage pecks; one has only just stopped bleeding, I finally managed to persuade her that the coop was a better bet having ushered her and the chicks to the bottom of the ramp.
It's no wonder poor Notch who shares the coop with her approaches roost time very carefully.
The whole family has been barking mad, Cheepy (great grandmother) Dink (grandmother) Donk (mother) are/were complete nutters.
I'm expecting to find Knock and her chicks up a tree any day soon.:rant


I love the name Cheepy! :love SOOOO cute!!!
 

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