One weekend I was camping at the back of our place with my friend and family. My rooster, Ken, is a well known figure in the family as he is very protective about his girls and gets very vocal in the morning or just before he goes to bed.
Once my buddy and I finished tending to the horses I grabbed Ken and took him up to the camp site. I held him out proudly and said "I brought breakfast." Once everyone had a pat i put him down to see what he would do. He walked around the campsite for a bit then I threw him the end of the bread loaf. He made these clucking noise when he tells the hens he found something nice to eat for them. He waited for the hens but he soon realised they weren't coming because they didn't follow us up to the campsite. He had the slice all to himself. After about 5 minutes my friend suddenly pointed to these shapes flitting through the trees coming towards us. It was the hens. We were amazed how the hens took themselves through the forest to get to Ken. I have never seen my chooks walk so far away from the house and their coop. Ken and his girls hung around the campsite enjoying the bread being thrown at them. Once breakfast was finished we packed up and I tried to round up the hens back to the backyard. I didn't want to risk the neighbours cat that lurks about or a fox to get them. It was difficult, they seemed quite happy near the fire on a cold winter morning. People take their dogs camping with them but our chooks take themselves camping!
I have noticed lately the chooks get more and more braver by the day because I've seen them out in the middle of the paddock. Soon they will be known throughout the neighbourhood by the rate their going. I just hope they don't get eaten. My chooks mean alot to me. Hehehe
Once my buddy and I finished tending to the horses I grabbed Ken and took him up to the camp site. I held him out proudly and said "I brought breakfast." Once everyone had a pat i put him down to see what he would do. He walked around the campsite for a bit then I threw him the end of the bread loaf. He made these clucking noise when he tells the hens he found something nice to eat for them. He waited for the hens but he soon realised they weren't coming because they didn't follow us up to the campsite. He had the slice all to himself. After about 5 minutes my friend suddenly pointed to these shapes flitting through the trees coming towards us. It was the hens. We were amazed how the hens took themselves through the forest to get to Ken. I have never seen my chooks walk so far away from the house and their coop. Ken and his girls hung around the campsite enjoying the bread being thrown at them. Once breakfast was finished we packed up and I tried to round up the hens back to the backyard. I didn't want to risk the neighbours cat that lurks about or a fox to get them. It was difficult, they seemed quite happy near the fire on a cold winter morning. People take their dogs camping with them but our chooks take themselves camping!
I have noticed lately the chooks get more and more braver by the day because I've seen them out in the middle of the paddock. Soon they will be known throughout the neighbourhood by the rate their going. I just hope they don't get eaten. My chooks mean alot to me. Hehehe
