There was a little bit of a squabble today between princess and the cat/chicken.

Princess had most of the bread bits, which was meant for her anyway but pusscat decided he wanted a little piece. So he took it too the side too nibble and Princess leans down and stares him in the eyes and just snatched it from him. He gave up immediately, well would you want to take on princess.

I'm sad I didn't have a photo to prove it, I was too busy laughing 😂

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Cat rule hooman, and cat and hooman ruled by chook.
 
I will give you it is pretty. I would just rather look at it in pictures not live in it. Bubba hates me right now. I had to remove his stubborn butt from the roost. He had no intention of coming off to even eat or drink. While I had him in my arms in the daylight, yup frostbite. I gently ran my fingers over the area and it is not blood. I am also now worried about the back portion of his comb. It used to be straight, no flop. Well, its broke over and flopped and starting to see discoloration forming. I spent 30 minutes outside freezing trying to get my hands on every other single chicken to check them over. Dirt and Russ I do believe were amused and if they could have laughed, they would have. It should have been easy, they are boycotting the snow. They turned the barn and horses into a obstacle course to get away. I got my hands on all but 3 of the leghorns and momma hen of course. No one else is showing signs of frostbite on their combs, wattles or feet. I am chalking it down to Bubba just has the largest and thickest comb making him more susceptible to it.
Poor wee little man 😟 it’s going to be painful for a while for him. Not much you can do about it - and hard to prevent sometimes. Do you have any baby Tylenol? It might make him more comfortable for pain. Gosh these chickens are going to drive us nuts aren’t they?!

I had a mare once with frost bite on her ears, couldn’t halter or bridle her for about 10 weeks, took that long for it to all heal.

Winter is just plain miserable, it’s just so much more work and cold, I find it extremely taxing - and I have all the good gear - boots good to -70, insulated coveralls, mitts, tuques, scarves…… all that clothes weighs me down bothers my back, make me exhausted wearing it and I am still frozen! Add a foot of snow and trudging through that….

Hauling hay, making sure horses and now chickens have free water, and then add blankets for the horses - put them on, take them off… gosh just typing this makes me tired hahahaha

Weather whining tax
Bert - I love his pudgy wee self ❤️

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Lazy: the act of having much to do, but not doing it.
Procrastinating: having the same things to do, but having plans to do it later.
Boredom: having no idea what I want to do and still not doing it!
My rooster taught me all about being a bored, lazy, procrastinator. And that’s alright with me!
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I do the top two.
 
Poor wee little man 😟 it’s going to be painful for a while for him. Not much you can do about it - and hard to prevent sometimes. Do you have any baby Tylenol? It might make him more comfortable for pain. Gosh these chickens are going to drive us nuts aren’t they?!

I had a mare once with frost bite on her ears, couldn’t halter or bridle her for about 10 weeks, took that long for it to all heal.

Winter is just plain miserable, it’s just so much more work and cold, I find it extremely taxing - and I have all the good gear - boots good to -70, insulated coveralls, mitts, tuques, scarves…… all that clothes weighs me down bothers my back, make me exhausted wearing it and I am still frozen! Add a foot of snow and trudging through that….

Hauling hay, making sure horses and now chickens have free water, and then add blankets for the horses - put them on, take them off… gosh just typing this makes me tired hahahaha

Weather whining tax
Bert - I love his pudgy wee self ❤️

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I do not have any baby Tylenol. Honestly I think all Bubba wants is to be left alone. He did not seem too painful when I was examining it, although I was being gentle. I set him down and he drank and ate quite a bit of food and then back up on the roost he went. He is actively avoiding the comb picking girls. He is not even sleeping next to them at night right now. Bubba always took the top roost in between Blueberry and Bunny. Last 2 nights, he is on the bottom roost beside Branch and Spooky.
 
What is it with the Queens on this thread. We heard a few days ago that @BY Bob had to rescue Queen Aurora from walking in the snow to the coop. Yesterday Queen Raven had to have her own rather humiliating rescue.
A little backstory, in the last month Raven had taken to roosting beside Momma Hen in the tree. It seems at one point or another she has convinced most flock members that roosting in the tree is the way to go.
Monday the snow hits. Everyone has enough sense that first night to not roost in the trees, even Momma Hen. Tuesday night, Raven bless her heads for the tree. That would not have been a problem per say except, once up she refused to come back down. I gave her 36 hours after I realized in the middle of day 2 of staying in the tree to come down on her own. I tried coaxing her down by calling her and tossing food and treats in her direction on the hill. Nope, stubborn is staying put. A hour before dark Wednesday I had no choice but to get her down out of the tree one way or another. In this weather she is not going 48 hours without eating or drinking. If I had known Tuesday she had not come down I would not have waited as long as I did. Since she could not be lured or bribed down I had one choice. I had to sling a few snowballs in her general direction, while hitting the branch near her, but not her to make her fly down. She was angry and let the world know chicken abuse was going on and I think calling to the boys for help. Sorry girl, Bubba stayed on the roost and branch just joined you in complaining but not stepping a foot in the snow. Once down she was still on the hill out of reach. More snowballs were tossed behind her to herd her off the hill into the creek where I was able to use a poop rake to scoot her across the creek. Once crossed I quickly grabbed her and carried her to the barn isle. Indignant, mad, humiliated do not begin to describe her. She started squawking from the first snowball that hit her branch and did not quit for 20 minutes after I got her in the barn isle. Twice she flew up onto a smaller branch on the way down the hill trying to get back up into the tree. She is fine now and has not ventured back out into the snow, but I am stalking her. No more tree roosting for anyone until the snow melts.
 

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