- Jun 4, 2012
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Today went pretty well, all things considered. The Brady girls still do their intimidation routine at times, but there was much calmer mingling in the backyard today, for the most part.
It was hard to capture on film, with the lighting, but here is a picture of all 8 in the favorite lemon tree dust-bathe spot:

Rousseau has been almost friendly with the Bradies. I think she's finally trying to wean herself from her babies (as opposed to the other way around), and is hanging out more with the other hens and even occasionally pecking the bubs. She's also started doing a very cute behavior I had forgotten about, where she plays hard to get before returning to the coop, apparently to get me to grab her so she can squat for me. Silly puffball. When she's not barking her head off, she's pretty adorable.

Herding them back to the coop was easier this time, though still took some patience and an awful lot of scratch. I don't know why they all refuse to use the run to go back to the coop. It is surprisingly hard to enforce (see Marsha's 100 foot flight yesterday to avoid it).
The fight for roost dominance is still causing me headaches, though. I realize I'm being the worst kind of helicopter chicken mom, but I can't stand to see Marsha pecking the home flock off their roost. I know I shouldn't interfere anymore, but it was breaking my heart to see Lucy looking for a place to go, and then each successive hen in the fam getting pecked off, even thought there's plenty of room for everyone. I kept putting Marsha back on the other roost, but then Jan would start pecking the home flock, and I moved her too. Then the two of them battled for the least bad spot on the far roost. I realize all of you have had much smaller babies get dissed at nighttime, so I really need to just human-up and let them do their thing. Tomorrow night, I will sit on my hands. I promise!
The best news of the day, though, is that I heard back from the neighbor I had reached out too, and while she's not thrilled with the bees or chickens, she supports my right to have them, and they haven't been much of a nuisance for her. It appears she had made some assumptions about their conditions, so I've invited her to come see them. If she only knew how much time I spend caring for them! Anyway, even with the Bradies and not including the new run or the backyard, they have twice as much space as the average Oakland chicken. If anything, they're loud because they're spoiled! Now, we just need to keep Desi on the down low. No new toots from him today, by the way. But, I picked up some velcro today to try to fashion my own collar, if it comes to it soon. I haven't heard from the patented collar lady - sounds like her business is booming, and she's just started having them commercially produced!
So, I celebrated with making Spanish tortilla for dinner! Even just 3 laying hens feels like an abundance of eggs after the great broody/molt of 2013! Hoping for 6 layers soon and 7 around the corner!
And this also makes me happy:

It was hard to capture on film, with the lighting, but here is a picture of all 8 in the favorite lemon tree dust-bathe spot:
Rousseau has been almost friendly with the Bradies. I think she's finally trying to wean herself from her babies (as opposed to the other way around), and is hanging out more with the other hens and even occasionally pecking the bubs. She's also started doing a very cute behavior I had forgotten about, where she plays hard to get before returning to the coop, apparently to get me to grab her so she can squat for me. Silly puffball. When she's not barking her head off, she's pretty adorable.
Herding them back to the coop was easier this time, though still took some patience and an awful lot of scratch. I don't know why they all refuse to use the run to go back to the coop. It is surprisingly hard to enforce (see Marsha's 100 foot flight yesterday to avoid it).
The fight for roost dominance is still causing me headaches, though. I realize I'm being the worst kind of helicopter chicken mom, but I can't stand to see Marsha pecking the home flock off their roost. I know I shouldn't interfere anymore, but it was breaking my heart to see Lucy looking for a place to go, and then each successive hen in the fam getting pecked off, even thought there's plenty of room for everyone. I kept putting Marsha back on the other roost, but then Jan would start pecking the home flock, and I moved her too. Then the two of them battled for the least bad spot on the far roost. I realize all of you have had much smaller babies get dissed at nighttime, so I really need to just human-up and let them do their thing. Tomorrow night, I will sit on my hands. I promise!
The best news of the day, though, is that I heard back from the neighbor I had reached out too, and while she's not thrilled with the bees or chickens, she supports my right to have them, and they haven't been much of a nuisance for her. It appears she had made some assumptions about their conditions, so I've invited her to come see them. If she only knew how much time I spend caring for them! Anyway, even with the Bradies and not including the new run or the backyard, they have twice as much space as the average Oakland chicken. If anything, they're loud because they're spoiled! Now, we just need to keep Desi on the down low. No new toots from him today, by the way. But, I picked up some velcro today to try to fashion my own collar, if it comes to it soon. I haven't heard from the patented collar lady - sounds like her business is booming, and she's just started having them commercially produced!
So, I celebrated with making Spanish tortilla for dinner! Even just 3 laying hens feels like an abundance of eggs after the great broody/molt of 2013! Hoping for 6 layers soon and 7 around the corner!
And this also makes me happy:
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