How did your flock annoy you today?

They eat the leaves not the tomatoes 😭. Tomatoes are their favorite but they don’t understand that killing the tomato plants means no tomatoes
Tomatoes are in the same family as night shade. The leaves should be toxic! WTH is wrong with your birds?!? 😊

Mine annoy me by making that lovely "complainy" sound that they make! Aaargh!
 
My smallest pullet, already not the sharpest crayon in the box (the one in my avi pic, in fact), has apparently gone broody today. She’ll be six months old tomorrow. She’s scared her two flock sisters witless. Two new pullets arrive Tuesday, and the wire cage meant for their integration will now have to be a broody jail.

She’s the most erratic layer of the three. Where did these hormones come from?!
I have a pullet of mixed background that is just a month shy of a year. She has been broody almost half of her life. I bet I've only gotten a dozen eggs from her--tiny brown eggs the size of a golf ball. She's tiny and full of herself. We call her the "Murder Pancake", although I named her Paloma, which is spanish for "dove". What a mistake that was! :lol:
 
Tomatoes are in the same family as night shade. The leaves should be toxic! WTH is wrong with your birds?!? 😊

Mine annoy me by making that lovely "complainy" sound that they make! Aaargh!
Trudy, now apparently “Trudy the Broody”, has always made that endless whining I-am-dying-here sound. It’s like being surrounded by 2-year-olds!
 
I gave them fresh feeders with fresh food and moved things around a bit. Thought they'd be really excited. Hours later, no one's touched anything and they're pecking at the ground... eating shredded wood.

Whatever.
 
I gave them fresh feeders with fresh food and moved things around a bit. Thought they'd be really excited. Hours later, no one's touched anything and they're pecking at the ground... eating shredded wood.

Whatever.
Somewhat similarly, I moved a few items around in the run today, including moving the feeder to temporarily sit on the ground, next to the door. All three girls were in the run and seemed mostly agreeable to this (perhaps moving makes food taste better.)

Two went out into their section of the yard. When the Barred Rock (really, she is several ants short of a picnic) realized that they were gone, she panicked and tried to join them. But wait! There's a feeder sitting on the ground blocking her straight path to the wide open door! It's 11" wide! She's hopelessly trapped in her 120 sq ft run!!! Squawk squawk squawk squawk squawk!!! So I try to herd her toward the door. No, you stupid human, the feeder's in the way! I'm trapped! Back forth, back forth we go.

Finally, she charges toward the door, leaps into the air, flies over the feeder (instead of stepping around it), and escapes to sweet freedom.

:barnie:he🙄
 

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