Like the cat with the canary feathers in its mouth… GUILTY!
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Like the cat with the canary feathers in its mouth… GUILTY!
I have a brat… I mean a hen… named Ellis. She sounds way too similar to your Aliss.Aliss managed to escape the run sometime this morning
Came out and there were only 4 inside!
I'm sensing a pattern about posting about Aliss here LOL!
I am dying laughing at these! It also makes me happy that my chicks are not quite 2 weeks old and are still too small cute to annoy me yet.This is my new favorite thread.
I’ve made a list of my day…
1- chase Nugget off the deck. Clean the giant cecal poop strategically placed in front of doggy door. NICE TRY, NUGGET!
2- inventory all birds after a suspected hawk fly over/attack. Missing the 4 freshly weaned, highly vulnerable chicks, have a mini freak out. Find chicks hiding (trapped?) in shed with closed door. No clue how they got in there.
3- respond to another rooster alert, but it’s just Lenore, who every day after laying her egg races back to the flock screaming bloody murder “ya’ll are NOT gonna believe what just happened to me in there!”
4- Chase Ellis out of garden.
4- bathe Beastie because she got into the fly trap while I was changing it out and got gross dead fly/poop water/who knows what else spilled on her.
5- scrub egg from nest box floor because someone moved the mat over 1” and that’s where the broken egg ended up.
6- remove Gabriel from roosting on the run pop door so other chickens can come and go (8 hen pile up at the door- so much complaining).
6- Chase Ellis back into the yard.
7- rescue pullets from behind the fence where they get trapped at least twice a day.
That’s just so far… the day is still young.