She's a strange hen is Mel. She had mild neurological problems when she was a chick, probably caused by egg disturbance while her mother Ruffles, was sitting.
Mel hatched her own chick who turned out to be the much publicized Treacle, aka, boot lover.
Mel and her chick were attacked by a Goshawk and Mel fought the hawk off sustaining some considerable wounding to her chest and side. These wound required stitching and keeping clean and consequently I handled Mel a lot. I used to sit her in the palm of my hand when she was recovering from her injuries in the forefinger and middle finger lightly gripping one of her legs. She was an exceptionally good patient for what was obviously a feisty hen.
I don't pick the hens up if I can avoid it during the day. The hens don't like it much, the roosters certainly don't like it and it just adds some unnecessary stress to everyones day.
What I do do though is handle them while they're standing in daylight; bum cleaning, mite inspection, minor cuts and leg problems are all dealt with with the hen standing. Most are used to this the elders the more cooperative. Mel will happily let me lift one wing while she stands, pick up one foot reluctantly, examine her vent and open her beak.
What she won't do anymore is to sit in my palm if I carry her.
Mel has tried to sit and hatch a few times since her hawk encounter. Each time I lift her off the eggs gently and place her on my palm; bear in mind she's not fully out of broody trance. She sits until she comes round and then tries to fly out of my hand. That's how it seemed on the first couple of occasions. What she is doing is not so much objecting at being carried but having her wings constrained. The moment she is standing with her wings free she's fine. It's a bit like carrying a hawk.
Tonight I put her on my shoulder when she had finished flapping and walked up to her coop in the dark. Hardly a murmur out of Mel. A bit of rocking about due to the terrain and a moments panic when I got her to step back on to my fingers so I could place her on the perch and that was it.
Mel hatched her own chick who turned out to be the much publicized Treacle, aka, boot lover.
Mel and her chick were attacked by a Goshawk and Mel fought the hawk off sustaining some considerable wounding to her chest and side. These wound required stitching and keeping clean and consequently I handled Mel a lot. I used to sit her in the palm of my hand when she was recovering from her injuries in the forefinger and middle finger lightly gripping one of her legs. She was an exceptionally good patient for what was obviously a feisty hen.
I don't pick the hens up if I can avoid it during the day. The hens don't like it much, the roosters certainly don't like it and it just adds some unnecessary stress to everyones day.
What I do do though is handle them while they're standing in daylight; bum cleaning, mite inspection, minor cuts and leg problems are all dealt with with the hen standing. Most are used to this the elders the more cooperative. Mel will happily let me lift one wing while she stands, pick up one foot reluctantly, examine her vent and open her beak.
What she won't do anymore is to sit in my palm if I carry her.
Mel has tried to sit and hatch a few times since her hawk encounter. Each time I lift her off the eggs gently and place her on my palm; bear in mind she's not fully out of broody trance. She sits until she comes round and then tries to fly out of my hand. That's how it seemed on the first couple of occasions. What she is doing is not so much objecting at being carried but having her wings constrained. The moment she is standing with her wings free she's fine. It's a bit like carrying a hawk.
Tonight I put her on my shoulder when she had finished flapping and walked up to her coop in the dark. Hardly a murmur out of Mel. A bit of rocking about due to the terrain and a moments panic when I got her to step back on to my fingers so I could place her on the perch and that was it.

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