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I would love to write a book someday! It would take me a long time to do, so for now it is on the back burner, but rest assured that if I make one you folks will be the first to know!!
Life has been busy, and.. eek.. yes, I have been stretched thin.
Late last week, both Moa and I had had QUITE enough of her being indoors. She was getting very strange.
At first, it was okay. She was very happy to have the Fud Lady around to snuggle with. For being a big bad boss hen, she sure is a cuddler with people!! She would come up into my lap and snuggle into my chest and doze off.
But, shortly after... well... the pacing started. And the whining. The whining.
She wanted outdoors. But, no-- she wanted held. NO, she wanted outdoors. Actually she would just like to fly up onto all of the Fud Lady's furniture. NO, SHE WANTED OUTDOORS.
Things quickly went south.
Fud Lady: "Moa, you are getting much too large for his nonsense."
Fud Lady: "Moa, no--"
"ARugugghhfffblblffgggg!!"
Finally, we'd both had enough. It was a decent day, and I had the girls (plus Bubbles) out foraging so I threw her outside. It had been a week; my other hens have had their rank "reset" in even less time in the past. Surely a week was enough!
An amazing thing happened, then.
Lorp... the supreme queen goddess, the Evilness herself, had decided that her day had finally come. With bossy Moa out of the picture, LORP WOULD BE TOP HEN FOREVER.
So when Moa reappeared... oh my, oh my.
There was a battle. I have no photos or video, but I will describe it briefly:
Moa went about business as usual, as the Lorp closed in. Delicately, like a sleek and beautiful huntress, the Lorp circled and ducked between her legs. The challenge had been issued. Flaring and kicking, Moa lunged, while Lorp darted around with grace and style, landing quick pecks to Moa's comb. Grunting and wheezing, Moa used her supreme fatness to smoosh the Lorp repeatedly. Determinedly, with great grace, Lorp continued her sleek and delicate fighting style.
In the end, wheezing and huffing, Moa won, by sheer mass alone.
Beautiful, evil Lorp. You fought well. Now you are second in command again. Oops.
And so, Moa went back to harassing Bubbles (Baron Rufflerump) all over again!
Oh chickens, how I love and frustrate over you so!
Still, the sun was soon setting, and I put them all on the roost together as it got dark. I figured I'd sort it all out in the morning. I instructed the Fud Guy to open the pop door early when he got up for work, so that Bubbles could escape from Moa if she was mean to him, and planned to get up early to make sure that no one tried to kill each other!
Well, as luck would have it... not only was I exhausted and accidentally overslept, but the Fud Guy forgot to open the pop door!
PANIC!!!
I rushed outside as soon as I woke up.. a few hours after daylight. I expected a bloody, sad rooster and agitated hens.
Flinging open the coop, I lept inside to discover...
Complete and utter peace.
Moa, tenderly nibbling food off of Bubbles' beak, while he stood and happily accepted the attention.
Now, I don't know what happened in those early morning hours. Perhaps I don't want to. But, there is peace in my coop again.
Thank goodness.
Can you hear the angelic choir?!
Bubbles (Baron Rufflerump) and Coho.
Life has been busy, and.. eek.. yes, I have been stretched thin.
Late last week, both Moa and I had had QUITE enough of her being indoors. She was getting very strange.
At first, it was okay. She was very happy to have the Fud Lady around to snuggle with. For being a big bad boss hen, she sure is a cuddler with people!! She would come up into my lap and snuggle into my chest and doze off.
But, shortly after... well... the pacing started. And the whining. The whining.
She wanted outdoors. But, no-- she wanted held. NO, she wanted outdoors. Actually she would just like to fly up onto all of the Fud Lady's furniture. NO, SHE WANTED OUTDOORS.
Things quickly went south.
Fud Lady: "Moa, you are getting much too large for his nonsense."
Fud Lady: "Moa, no--"
"ARugugghhfffblblffgggg!!"
Finally, we'd both had enough. It was a decent day, and I had the girls (plus Bubbles) out foraging so I threw her outside. It had been a week; my other hens have had their rank "reset" in even less time in the past. Surely a week was enough!
An amazing thing happened, then.
Lorp... the supreme queen goddess, the Evilness herself, had decided that her day had finally come. With bossy Moa out of the picture, LORP WOULD BE TOP HEN FOREVER.
So when Moa reappeared... oh my, oh my.
There was a battle. I have no photos or video, but I will describe it briefly:
Moa went about business as usual, as the Lorp closed in. Delicately, like a sleek and beautiful huntress, the Lorp circled and ducked between her legs. The challenge had been issued. Flaring and kicking, Moa lunged, while Lorp darted around with grace and style, landing quick pecks to Moa's comb. Grunting and wheezing, Moa used her supreme fatness to smoosh the Lorp repeatedly. Determinedly, with great grace, Lorp continued her sleek and delicate fighting style.
In the end, wheezing and huffing, Moa won, by sheer mass alone.
Beautiful, evil Lorp. You fought well. Now you are second in command again. Oops.
And so, Moa went back to harassing Bubbles (Baron Rufflerump) all over again!
Oh chickens, how I love and frustrate over you so!
Still, the sun was soon setting, and I put them all on the roost together as it got dark. I figured I'd sort it all out in the morning. I instructed the Fud Guy to open the pop door early when he got up for work, so that Bubbles could escape from Moa if she was mean to him, and planned to get up early to make sure that no one tried to kill each other!
Well, as luck would have it... not only was I exhausted and accidentally overslept, but the Fud Guy forgot to open the pop door!
PANIC!!!
I rushed outside as soon as I woke up.. a few hours after daylight. I expected a bloody, sad rooster and agitated hens.
Flinging open the coop, I lept inside to discover...
Complete and utter peace.
Moa, tenderly nibbling food off of Bubbles' beak, while he stood and happily accepted the attention.
Now, I don't know what happened in those early morning hours. Perhaps I don't want to. But, there is peace in my coop again.
Thank goodness.
Can you hear the angelic choir?!
Bubbles (Baron Rufflerump) and Coho.
