Sounds very low to me. Take off and landing territory I would think. I have 100' trees around me so that is only one trees-worth above the treetops if you see what I mean?
But of course I have no idea what I am talking about!
🤔
Altitude to the ground. Not the mile high I took off from. I’m almost back anyways!😁
 
Good afternoon everyone. Today has been hard, I miss my Drumstick. Basil's adult coloration is coming in pretty good and this morning when I went out he was resting under the mimosa tree. For a split second I thought he was Drummie. I can tell you right now I have found the downside of having multiple roosters of the same breed that look or will look almost identical as adults. It is going to take a while for me to be able to look at Basil and not have a little stab of pain over the loss of his father. It is also too quiet today. After crowing his head off yesterday, I think calling for his father, Basil has not made a sound. You know, between first Toothless, and then Drumstick, I have heard a rooster crow periodically throughout the day for almost 3 years now. I do not like this silence. I wish I knew what happened yesterday morning, whatever it was Basil was also a victim. I discovered some neck feathers have been ripped out. There is no open wounds though as once I saw he had feathers missing I gave him a full body exam which he did not appreciate. I've also inspected every single chicken including momma hens semi wild chicks and no one else has a feather out of place. I can only assume my brave boys put themselves in danger to save them and my poor Drummie sacrificed himself. I know it may be a rash decision, but, there is another young cockerel I have that I've been half heartedly trying to place. When Holly hatched off the silkies she also had one of her own eggs. He is a full brother to basil and is also so far a sweetheart. I've passed up a few potential homes for him because he is bonded with the silkies and where I've been indecisive with them I did not want to split them up yet. I decided last night that he is not going anywhere and it is time to give him a official name. I've referred to him as "brother" when i'm out with them so I did not become attached. If they have a name, it is very hard to rehome them as chicks when I need to. It may change but I'm thinking he is going to become "Bubba" now.
 
Good afternoon everyone. Today has been hard, I miss my Drumstick. Basil's adult coloration is coming in pretty good and this morning when I went out he was resting under the mimosa tree. For a split second I thought he was Drummie. I can tell you right now I have found the downside of having multiple roosters of the same breed that look or will look almost identical as adults. It is going to take a while for me to be able to look at Basil and not have a little stab of pain over the loss of his father. It is also too quiet today. After crowing his head off yesterday, I think calling for his father, Basil has not made a sound. You know, between first Toothless, and then Drumstick, I have heard a rooster crow periodically throughout the day for almost 3 years now. I do not like this silence. I wish I knew what happened yesterday morning, whatever it was Basil was also a victim. I discovered some neck feathers have been ripped out. There is no open wounds though as once I saw he had feathers missing I gave him a full body exam which he did not appreciate. I've also inspected every single chicken including momma hens semi wild chicks and no one else has a feather out of place. I can only assume my brave boys put themselves in danger to save them and my poor Drummie sacrificed himself. I know it may be a rash decision, but, there is another young cockerel I have that I've been half heartedly trying to place. When Holly hatched off the silkies she also had one of her own eggs. He is a full brother to basil and is also so far a sweetheart. I've passed up a few potential homes for him because he is bonded with the silkies and where I've been indecisive with them I did not want to split them up yet. I decided last night that he is not going anywhere and it is time to give him a official name. I've referred to him as "brother" when i'm out with them so I did not become attached. If they have a name, it is very hard to rehome them as chicks when I need to. It may change but I'm thinking he is going to become "Bubba" now.
:hugs :hugs
So sad but also so wonderful that Bubba gets a lovely home with you. Do send pictures when you feel up to it.
 
Fun and games at the Chicken Palace.
I forgot that I got the cabbage for salad for people!
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