Just a little black in the tails and some in the wings. Hopefully this year will clean them up alot. The color varies from light to pretty red. Plan to split them up into a pen of the reddest ones and one of traditional buff.
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Well it has just been a disastrous weekend around here. I was out showing a family that moved here from Miami the chickens yesterday. Two small children. I look up and see two Pitt bulls running my fence. All I could do was scream at them to get in the car and then scream at my daughter to get me the gun. One got in. It was like a wrecking ball with me chasing after it. Screaming... It was pulling feathers and growling as it went birds running crazy. I picked up a pitchfork I had been using earlier and beat it off a chicken or two. My daughter brought me the shotgun, but I couldn't fire with out hitting more than just the dog. Finally its idiot owner showed up. I felt like filling his butt with buckshot, but refrained. This is the same dog that killed some of my favorite chickens in July. At some point it slid up and I wound up on top of it stomping and gouging with the pitch fork. A thousand wonders I didn't get eat up. After he got the dogs, I caught my breath. I realize now I'm in terrible shape. The father of the family who was trying to help, some unknown man who stopped to help kept any of the birds from being killed. One of my Silkie hens got the worst of it. Poor girl couldn't fly away. She can't walk, but can move both legs. She is alert and ate and drank some this evening.
I was so addled I couldn't think. I called 911. Animal Control came. He was a smart *** when I showed him a pile of feathers. Said a chicken had a lot more feathers than that. Well I just about lost it on him and told him I hadn't seen a dog yet that plucked them clean before they ate. That changed his attitude. He pretty much told me he couldn't go take the dog from him if it hadn't bit me. Said I should have killed it. He left and went to talk to the idiot owner. I called him later and he said the owner was going to get rid of the dog. A little later a deputy came. He pretty much said the same thing, but he went and chewed them out again and told them it tried to bite me and was growling at kids. The guys girlfriend came over to apologize. She brought her two small children. I didn't cuss in front of those children and I didn't grab her by the hair of the head like I wanted to, but I told her exactly what I thought and it would just as likely be her kids it ate next. She assured me they were getting rid of the dog that it had been taken somewhere else. When animal control was here I had 3 silkies missing. Evedintly he told them because she ask me what kind they were so she could replace them. I started cackeling like a witch and told her she couldn't get them around here and reminded her that they still owed me $150 from the summer incedent.
Then I get a call from the guy I had just sold my goat herd to. He ask to bring them back because his neighbors Pitt bull had gotten loose and mauled a cat and killed one of his goats. Why is it people get these dogs and don't keep them up.
The dog went after the D'anver, but they were able to fly away. I know I was screaming no no no not the D'anver. I love those little birds. They fly up on my shoulders and head. Well Rusty doesn't. He is behaving now. He has decided he likes the d'Uccle hens and has moved in their house again. I have my porcelain pair in the garage in a cage. I'm hoping to get eggs soon and going to hatch them.
When the guy brought the goats back and we were at barn the D'anver girls put on a show. He's coming back in the spring to get eggs. Their getting rid of that Pitt too. So sad and infuriating at the same time. My husband wasn't home when it happened. He ask me if I scared the guy. I said I imagen so. I was really mad and letting him have it while shaking a 12 gage. I know I told him I was fixing to kill it right in front of him and I was calling the police. His response was kill the dog don't call the police. I told the deputy he said that. He told me there was a reason for it.... That they had been watching him.
Hahaha, you're too funny. I've had folks name birds Cynthia and Speck after me in years past. Hubby's middle name is Augustus, an old family name, and I've yet to name one Gus, but it's coming!You know Randy and I were just talking about bats. Because of where I live its hard to open fire without taking the chance of hitting someone's house. We've coached baseball through the years and have a lot of bats no longer used in the garage. I think I'm going to store them in the coops.
I have my lab on a 40 ft pulley system run with stainless hardware and heavy cables. She is fine around the birds when I'm out with them, but I just don't trust her unsupervised because she is a bird dog. When I get a new bird I show her and tell her its mine. I thought about showing the neighbors how to make the cables the dogs can't break, but he probably wouldn't spend the money to buy the stuff.
That Rusty is something else. You should see him at night when I go to lock up. He's all snuggled up between two porcelain d'Uccle hens and looks at me like don't see me and move me back. I just laugh and tell him he can stay until spring. The D'anver girls have let two Silkie pullets move in the house with them. They snuggle up with all the fluff and have a relaxed look because they don't have a rooster in with them.
I've been trying to come up with names for the porcelain pair and just might name them Cyn and Tom.
Aw, I'm so happy to make another convert! If you ever want more eggs from these, I'll be happy to just give you some. I'm not hatching them myself and you're a "preferred customer" as well as a neighbor. Right now, I have four hens laying. Never Lucy, though. I doubt she's laid more than 30 or 40 eggs in her entire life. Wrong Way Lucy is just wrong in so many ways. She never lets the roosters mate her, not ever. She'll never be anything more than a pet, shame really since she's so beautiful.Cyn and Gus it is. They are beautiful. Especially after the special treatment of being in the garage. I moved them in during the cold snap we had. She was doing fine, but he was looking a little rough around the edges. When I'm out there they come out of their cage and help me feed and tend to the others. Gus and Cesar the d'Uccle get into a crowing contest. He finally mastered crowing he sounded like a rusty screen door for a while. D'anver are my favorite breed by far. Thank you for sharing your babies.