The Order

The pecking order here remains quite obvious. Most of you should know that I stopped watching roosting a long time ago because of how nasty Aurora can be. Last night I was checking to make sure everyone was safe in the coop when i caught Aurora at work. I'm putting this behind a spoiler because it is not for the faint of heart.

I had checked in twice because the first time Hattie was not in the coop. On my first check Lady Featherington and Aster were on the low roost in front of the heat panel. When we check in this time you will see they are now in the high roost with Sydney. Im pretty certain they moved to avoid Aurora. Hattie was probably not in the coop because Aurora was keeping her out.

If you don't want to see poor Hattie picked on, don't watch this video. She is the only hen Aurora can reach.


I share this so everyone is reminded how Aurora maintains her position through brute force and terror at roosting time. She is not all warm and friendly.
Oh, wow. She’s relentless!
 
That laugh is for the two-some 😊 love it!



I think Bob and I had this discussion on feeling numb after so many of our pets passing.

Consensus was it’s a protection measure for our feelings. While we acknowledge the passing (or imminent passing) of our pets (and even friends and family), after experiencing a number of deaths one becomes less emotional and more detached. There is nothing the feel guilty about, it’s a coping measure, if one were to constantly be emotional and stressed with each passing it would build up to become unbearable. The body learns to deal with the experience the same as it would any experience.

Then of course “the heart wants what the heart wants” for many reasons.

I personally am resigned to the fact everything dies, that an end must come to all. The dead have no worries.



To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

(Shakespeare: Hamlet)
You are correct. We have discussed this before. It is true, you can have an emotional detachment sometimes and other times nothing can prepare you.
 
That implant lasted longer that I would have thought. Something to keep in mind for some of my ladies who are having egg issues.
That is a good period of time. The effectiveness could have extended by the lack of sun in the winter.
 

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