I went camping this weekend. The plan was to come home and start washing the Silkies & Showgirls and then take them up to the Fair. It has been raining cats and dogs.
I managed to wash 3 of them the first night I got home. My aunt thought I wanted them to be let out of the house yesterday morning and opened the coop door. Luckily they didn't roll in the mud, only got a little damp. So brought everyone in, blow dried everyone dry, washed some feet, etc.
Took them to the fair yesterday. We had all ours tested for disease a couple of months ago (forgot to post pics of that!) and so we didn't have to wait in line, which was nice.
Found all of our cages and loaded everyone up. The poor girls have been so over sexed their top knots and even their rear plummage isn't looking to great because the boys have been pulling them out. We got 4 cages, so we put the boys each in their own cage and the girls together.
I gave everyone strawberries and grapes in an effort to calm them down. Of course, the girls, the piglets they are immediately started scarfing down the food bowl. I raised the water bowl a bit, hopefully Oprah won't stick her fro in there and look like a crazy woman as she likes to do. Of course, just saying that makes me paranoid that it might be too high.
Walked over to Helmet, poor boy was so freaked out he jumped in the cage like he was trying to fly out. I had to open it and lure him to calm down with a grape. It took him a second and then scarfed it down. I showed him the food bowl and he seemed a little better.
Star was originally placed next to a cage with a big ole rooster and they were trying to attack each other through the wire. Silly boys. Moved Star so that wouldn't be as much of a problem.
I felt like a parent leaving their kids at summer camp or something--they all have anxieties and are scared and I'm worried something's going to happen to them.
Doesn't help that someone on Backyard Chickens said they had their show winning Silkie stolen from a show.
This will be our first show. Clay County is really small, figured it was perfect timing and it would give us a little practice before any bigger shows. The one thing that was slightly off putting was the director asked us what a Showgirl was and where we got that name (meaning Showgirl). I told him that was a pretty standard name and that's what everyone on Backyard Chickens refers to them as. He said he had never been on the Backyard Chickens website. He said he hopes that they won't be considered mutts, and they might just consider them Silkies, but he's not sure.
Wanna hear something sad? I made sure all mine were blow dried and babied, etc. We walked around and one chicken was soaked to the bone, a couple had some really screwed up tail feathers, like they had been in a small cage.
I'm going to go up there tonight and check on everyone, little worried! Judging is Sat. wish us well!
I managed to wash 3 of them the first night I got home. My aunt thought I wanted them to be let out of the house yesterday morning and opened the coop door. Luckily they didn't roll in the mud, only got a little damp. So brought everyone in, blow dried everyone dry, washed some feet, etc.
Took them to the fair yesterday. We had all ours tested for disease a couple of months ago (forgot to post pics of that!) and so we didn't have to wait in line, which was nice.
Found all of our cages and loaded everyone up. The poor girls have been so over sexed their top knots and even their rear plummage isn't looking to great because the boys have been pulling them out. We got 4 cages, so we put the boys each in their own cage and the girls together.
I gave everyone strawberries and grapes in an effort to calm them down. Of course, the girls, the piglets they are immediately started scarfing down the food bowl. I raised the water bowl a bit, hopefully Oprah won't stick her fro in there and look like a crazy woman as she likes to do. Of course, just saying that makes me paranoid that it might be too high.
Walked over to Helmet, poor boy was so freaked out he jumped in the cage like he was trying to fly out. I had to open it and lure him to calm down with a grape. It took him a second and then scarfed it down. I showed him the food bowl and he seemed a little better.
Star was originally placed next to a cage with a big ole rooster and they were trying to attack each other through the wire. Silly boys. Moved Star so that wouldn't be as much of a problem.
I felt like a parent leaving their kids at summer camp or something--they all have anxieties and are scared and I'm worried something's going to happen to them.
Doesn't help that someone on Backyard Chickens said they had their show winning Silkie stolen from a show.
This will be our first show. Clay County is really small, figured it was perfect timing and it would give us a little practice before any bigger shows. The one thing that was slightly off putting was the director asked us what a Showgirl was and where we got that name (meaning Showgirl). I told him that was a pretty standard name and that's what everyone on Backyard Chickens refers to them as. He said he had never been on the Backyard Chickens website. He said he hopes that they won't be considered mutts, and they might just consider them Silkies, but he's not sure.
Wanna hear something sad? I made sure all mine were blow dried and babied, etc. We walked around and one chicken was soaked to the bone, a couple had some really screwed up tail feathers, like they had been in a small cage.
I'm going to go up there tonight and check on everyone, little worried! Judging is Sat. wish us well!
