So I left work after being there an hour, since I’m not feeling well. I almost never take sick time, but I’m listening to my body. So I’m having a little sit with the chickens to relax. Here’s Buttercup enjoying some affection:

Ruby is pretty active today. When she does sit, however, her breathing is heavy. I saw her go into the coop, eye up the nest boxes, and walk back out. I haven’t called yhe vet yet, but will shortly.

I’m enjoying the girls as they visit my lap or towel. I can feel Dorothy under my legs.
 
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I’m thinking I’m going to work on getting some more decent pictures of the all the boys then doing some little bio posts over on my own much neglected thread... the short version is:

Chickie Hawk was my only Olive Egger in my original order of hatching eggs. He was my first assisted hatch, and I agonized over him for a full day after he pipped and started to zip. He was also the most cuddly, friendly, personable chick in the batch. Surely my little Olive egger was a “she”? Eventually I had to admit that Chickie Chickie (named by a local little girl, after her dearly departed chicken) was a he. Then he got pecked on by one of my other Cockerels so I “rescued” my poor little sweet boy.

Turns out he had it coming, he became a total jerk, managed to draw blood biting my face, attacked me regularly and was on the “dinner list” for a long time... he eventually mellowed some, especially after I got him some lady friends of almost his own age. We now have a fairly good relationship, and he’s my current “big daddy chicken”, sire of most of my flock (due to his ladies age for breeding purposes), and his daughter are 50/50 split between Olive eggs and dark brown (not quite Marans dark but pretty deep!)

He’s also gorgeous, when he isn’t molting, and has that classic “Bad Boy” allure I suppose. I love him dearly, and am glad I pushed through his awful teenage and young adult attitude issues.


Edit to add correct video...
Did you keep him separated through out the teen age months?
 
So I left work after being there an hour, since I’m not feeling well. I almost never take sick time, but I’m listening to my body. So I’m having a little sit with the chicke s tk relax. Here’s Buttercup enjoying some affection:

Ruby is pretty active today. When she does sit, however, her breathing is heavy. I saw her go into the coop, eye up the nest boxes, and walk back out. I haven’t called yhe vet yet, but will shortly.

I’m enjoying the girls as they visit my lap or towel. I can feel Dorothy under my legs.
I sit with the chickens when I'm not feeling well.
That Buttercup is lovely and very laid back.
 
Ok, Bob I hate to break it to you but that Wyandotte is a Jolene. All I'm hearing in my head is:
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you
Jolene

:lau :lau :lau

Good thing you don't have a rooster or it would be on!​
 
Chickens are so entertaining! Dorothy (California White pullet... the one with a personality somewhat like Margo’s that Bridge allows to roost up top) is such a character. She loves to climb under my towel. I can feel her under my legs. Today she worked her way down to my feet and dug a nest hole. Her feathers felt great on my feet!

Here she is popping out the bottom.

Afterward, she continued to throw stuff on her own back while standing.

Hahahaaa!!! I love these feathered friends.

Oops. Put in the correct video.
 

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