How did your flock annoy you today?

[Mother of Chaos]

Mine might get a meal worm ring maybe every 2 weeks. They don't get a lot of treats but that's because mine free range and probably shouldn't/ don't need treats. Also tell your girls that I am still waiting on my payment. It hasn't arrived yet. Lol

Where do you buy a mealworm ring? Asking for a friend.

 

[ValkerieGunn]

Where do you buy a mealworm ring? Asking for a friend.

I go to the wild bird seed section in TSC or Walmart.

 

[Mother of Chaos]

I go to the wild bird seed section in TSC or Walmart.

Thanks!

 

[ValkerieGunn]

Thanks!

You're Welcome. I hang mine like a pinata and they destroy that thing like it insulted their ancestors. It's hilarious to watch!

 

[ValkerieGunn]

So my neighbor just stopped by. Daytona decided to go visit my neighbors flock and jumped her fence to hang out with them. This is the second time she has done this. Here she is running around my yard after coming home. She is now grounded and the whole flock is being punished. Everyone is getting put in the back yard with a 6' fence and not allowed to wander the property for a few days.

 

[Blue Andalusian]

dumped 2 scoops of feed for them. they ate a bit, Then left

 

[pikapika]

So we clipped the escapee's wings yesterday and somehow she managed to get out AGAIN!

.. using the little covered area I built for the little chicks as a spring board!

Thing is, she doesn't even know where she wants to go when out.
Oh wait, she does know: back in!

Are you sure she's not a cat?

 

[atomic]

I have three generations of chickens. My oldest three are six months old, the next two are 13-15 weeks old, and the youngest four are about 8 weeks old. I am integrating the youngest ones as in the coop they are chased and pecked, but free ranging in my yard everyone gets along smoothly. Today I went to check on them (meanwhile I have an injured knee and can’t move very well) and lo and behold a HAWK IN THE OAK TREE. I couldn’t see him but I certainly could hear him. I had all the chickens sequestered in the corner of the house where it is pretty hidden with a myriad of large potted plants, and I was home alone, so I was afraid to try and herd them back into the coop until the hawk flew off.

What. A. Hassle. The large ones are easy as they are extremely persuadable with grapes. However, once I tried to get the young ones in (of which half went in and the other half plaintively tried to form their group from outside the fence) they will run out to chase me down for more grapes. I finally did get the youngest and the oldest in, but I didn’t lock the gate all the way as I still had to gather Tiny Tim and Blondie. So in a flurry of pecking and mayhem, the combined strength of four pullets busted the door open and all of a sudden everyone escaped. I HAVE TO DO THIS ALL OVER AGAIN. About ten minutes later I finally got everybody in - except Paloma. She is one of the oldest ones and the smartest, and she was NOT going in that coop for anything. Not for a grape, not for a cricket, not any crinkling of bags could get her to even look at me. My mom happened to show up and thank goodness as I was about to lose it, my neighbors probably having a great show watching me limp around the yard yelling obscenities about “——ing CHICKENS!” We tried cornering her for a quick grab, she proved to be entirely too elusive and determined for our meager attempts. No amount of calculated herding in through the door could baffle the illustrious Paloma. I pleaded with the dogs for help, they are shepherds after all, but they were only interested in eating turds. Eventually we managed to get her into the small sun room adjacent to the yard. It was mayhem, feathers flying, urgent and dismayed clucking, finally my mom had her. No more struggling, just the blank stare of a chicken planning my future demise.

 

[thecatumbrella]

I have three generations of chickens. My oldest three are six months old, the next two are 13-15 weeks old, and the youngest four are about 8 weeks old. I am integrating the youngest ones as in the coop they are chased and pecked, but free ranging in my yard everyone gets along smoothly. Today I went to check on them (meanwhile I have an injured knee and can’t move very well) and lo and behold a HAWK IN THE OAK TREE. I couldn’t see him but I certainly could hear him. I had all the chickens sequestered in the corner of the house where it is pretty hidden with a myriad of large potted plants, and I was home alone, so I was afraid to try and herd them back into the coop until the hawk flew off.

What. A. Hassle. The large ones are easy as they are extremely persuadable with grapes. However, once I tried to get the young ones in (of which half went in and the other half plaintively tried to form their group from outside the fence) they will run out to chase me down for more grapes. I finally did get the youngest and the oldest in, but I didn’t lock the gate all the way as I still had to gather Tiny Tim and Blondie. So in a flurry of pecking and mayhem, the combined strength of four pullets busted the door open and all of a sudden everyone escaped. I HAVE TO DO THIS ALL OVER AGAIN. About ten minutes later I finally got everybody in - except Paloma. She is one of the oldest ones and the smartest, and she was NOT going in that coop for anything. Not for a grape, not for a cricket, not any crinkling of bags could get her to even look at me. My mom happened to show up and thank goodness as I was about to lose it, my neighbors probably having a great show watching me limp around the yard yelling obscenities about “——ing CHICKENS!” We tried cornering her for a quick grab, she proved to be entirely too elusive and determined for our meager attempts. No amount of calculated herding in through the door could baffle the illustrious Paloma. I pleaded with the dogs for help, they are shepherds after all, but they were only interested in eating turds. Eventually we managed to get her into the small sun room adjacent to the yard. It was mayhem, feathers flying, urgent and dismayed clucking, finally my mom had her. No more struggling, just the blank stare of a chicken planning my future demise.

I'm so sorry I laughed, but I can 100% picture myself in this situation yelling the same obscenities!

 

[Fluster Cluck Acres]

my other hens think this is war crime.