She is a total Diva, and has my husband wrapped around her paw. Which is hilarious since he claims to hate cats. When she jumps on the foot of his recliner he moves his legs to make room without even noticing. šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚

He found her at about six weeks old crossing seven lanes of traffic on a hot July day in Texas. He stopped to rescue her because he doesn’t like seeing anything die that way. He couldn’t find her at first because she ran under his service van and crawled in the spare tire. She rode on his chest purring all the way to the house, never even once tried to scratch him. That was six years ago.

The day he found her
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Showing off her ear tufts
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She looks adorable, thank goodness your husband saved her. šŸ˜
 
Can I conclude that Fluffy attached Marty's butt? Chickens can do some serious Kungfu moves.
I seriously have no idea how that feather got stuck up her butt hahaha

But it was just so funny to see it there 😊 and the other hens all looking at it, too funny.
 
I failed at the first hurdle.
I blocked off the ground level nest boxes which is where Maggie has been going. I was optimistic she would roost with everyone else if she couldn't get in there because she was quite active all day and had eaten a good load of corn before bed, and was generally behaving like a very slightly slower version of herself.

But never underestimate a chicken's ability to mess with your plans. When she couldn't get in to the ground floor she tried for the upper deck. She bounced up on the tree stump with no issue, but she failed the second leap up to the nest boxes and fell to the floor.
So of course I felt terrible and rushed to open up the lower box for her. So once again she is going to be soaking her butt in icky liquid poo all night.
:barnie

I don't know if she is going into the nest box for warmth (logical but odd as it was 70F degrees today and hasn't been below the high 40s any night this week). Or whether she wants to sit rather than roost. If the latter then my Plan B will also fail. Plan B is to construct a tiny roost inside the nest box so I can elevate her butt so she doesn't bathe in all the ick.

Of course I am also worried about why she failed to get up to the upper nest box. It is a big leap, though roughly the same as the tree stump that she managed just fine. I think she doesn't have any flight feathers - but does she need that for jumping? Or is she really weak? Could molting make her really weak?

So many questions. Sorry. Just worried about my beloved Maggie.
Sorry to hear that. Maybe block off all nesting boxes tomorrow night?
 
She is a total Diva, and has my husband wrapped around her paw. Which is hilarious since he claims to hate cats. When she jumps on the foot of his recliner he moves his legs to make room without even noticing. šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚

He found her at about six weeks old crossing seven lanes of traffic on a hot July day in Texas. He stopped to rescue her because he doesn’t like seeing anything die that way. He couldn’t find her at first because she ran under his service van and crawled in the spare tire. She rode on his chest purring all the way to the house, never even once tried to scratch him. That was six years ago.

The day he found her
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Showing off her ear tufts
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She is a beauty.
My Dad was like your DH. He used to yell at me and my Mom for introducing cats to the home and threatened to get rid of them all on a regular basis.
But he was all bluster and when he thought he wasn't being observed he chatted away to them and scratched them between their ears.
He cared for them all for many years after my Mom died.
Such a softie!
 
I think princesses tail is trying too come back.

It's getting colder now we have some frost about in the mornings. I'm happy I've got that old bottle to keep them warm
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