OK, so I fell asleep for a bit before starting chicken chores. And I had horrific dreams about really weird stuff including a bunch of dead baby ducks. I woke up, shook it off, and headed outside to find Trinity wandering around outside of the paddock - she's my black NN hen and has not ever been outside the paddock except under duress (last time, a pair of foxes was after the flock). I caught her and cuddled for a bit - I think Snape, their rooster, is being none to polite with them today, and that may be why. So I put her up and went into the other ouse to deal with the chicks, and I walked in to see the door to the Aloha NN brooder OPEN! There were about 15 chicks (4 weeks old, but small) huddled on the floor under the brooder table. And there was poop splattered ALL OVER the (thankfully tile) floor. I must not have latched the door properly this morning.
So I, in shorts, proceed to slip and slide and kneel in the poop on hands and knees to catch all the chicks, in some cases having to chase them around an empty house and back into the kitchen (picture me with chick poop ground into my knees and elbows at this point, and on my thighs and butt from slipping and falling on poop). The whole time I was thinking that this would be really funny if it didn't really suck...
Taking a break (after wiping off the worst of the poop, washing up a little, and collecting eggs). Lumber work for a while this evening, then BATH AND SHOWER TIME. BOTH. Ewwwwwww.....
Crazy chickens.
- Ant Farm