Honestly DL, I know he's a pain in the arse, but he sounds such a character.Good morning, Cafe.
Thanks for the coffee, Shad.
It was an absolutely beautiful day here yesterday after the morning rain cleared up. We have another one starting today but without the morning rain.
I made good progress on the run yesterday and naturally, Fabio is in another Tasmanian devil rage. After the first flogging, I turned towards him to pick him up and he made another jump for me. I snatching him out of the air right under his wings and had him in my grip staring him right in the face. I couldn't pull that one off again if I tried. The look on his face was priceless.
To try to avoid further conflict while I attached rafters to the walls of the run, I tossed him into the old coop. He was NOT happy. About 30 minutes later, I heard him crow down by the garden beds. He broke out of prison! I'm sure today will be more of the same bad behavior because he came tearing out of the coop this morning all full of piss and vinegar chasing down the hens.
They know when they've been captured, or out maneuvered. Treacle made an error a couple of days ago. He's got his eye on Fat Bird. Can't fault his taste if you wanted good genetics but what he hasn't quite got used to yet is occasionally I pick Fat Bird up. Fat bird had a scratch on her ear and without thinking I picked her up in full view of the entire tribe. The others, including Cillin consider this okay but Treacle hovered around my ankles not entirely certain whether or not he should be attacking me. When I put Fat Bird down, Treacle gave me an open beaked peck that was meant to hurt. Cillin, who saw the whole affair went ballistic and flew at Treacle in full fight mode. Treacle ran, but Cillin eventually caught him and gave him two quite savage pecks on his comb which of course I had to treat later.
I had to pick Fat Bird up again the next day to do her ear; Treacle took one look at Cillin and backed off.
It's snowing 100 miles to the south of us!
