How did your flock annoy you today?

[thecatumbrella]

Aliss ATTACKED Gytha while I was soaking Gytha's feet earlier. Multiple times No, Aliss, she wasn't being insubordinate by standing in a tub of salt water while I held her there. Stinker. Brat.

They always have to get those cheap shots in, don't they? Really brave of you, Aliss.

 

[thecatumbrella]

I gave the muppets my last cucumber. Treats are a rare occurrence, with cucumber being a crowd favorite, BUT... I foolishly used the new "vegetable cage" over their usual "vegetable skewer". They took about 4 bites before leaving the cucumber to rot in the heat.

I think you can adapt, girls.

 

[SkyAJK]

This morning so far...being 7:30am my flock has been quiet..I feel really blessed, but this peace will not last long.

 

[SkyAJK]

Yes..finally the annoying screaming of egg laying has started.....
Time for another cup of coffee and put on some Jazz chill music

 

[TOMTE]

Now that the juvenile hawks around here are getting more serious about learning to hunt, they've been watching my girls like, well, hawks. And my girls keep separating while they forage! One will be down at the end of the driveway while a few are in the woods and another is out back of the house. SAFETY IN NUMBERS, GUYS! That is chicken rule number ONE!

We've had a few swooping hawks lately. But mostly they're just watching the chickens and going after squirrels and songbirds. Still, come on, girls! There were so many close calls last year, I do NOT need that anxiety again!

 

[Chickenpoonumber2]

Someone decided to lay their first egg in a random spot, don't know who and it has a crack cause there is no bedding there.

One of the girls has decided to be an absolute butthole to the other chickens. Chasing them and pecking. She is also very vocal, constantly making her teenage chicken rage known with screaming.

The happy of the day, is that someone else is starting to lay and the chicken I thought might have been a secret rooster is squatting!

 

[BoundlessLove]

Some of these monsters dug around my blueberry bushes. Now have to go back and fill in with more dirt.

 

[atomic]

It’s amazing how my chickens have figured out my lack of fortitude, every afternoon when I have to hobble around the yard cussing them out trying to get them all back in the run before work, I tell myself “nope, not tomorrow, not doing it”.

And then I do it. The joys of releasing them as they take a bouncy flight directly to the wild bird feeder to see if they can find any dropped suet. Scratching around in the cool wet dirt as it’s been a blistering summer, clucking back and forth discussing their finds. Blondie chasing the little ones. The big girls chasing the little ones, such is the circle of life.

And then it’s time for me to get ready to go to work. I prepare my bag of grapes, the three oldest are determined to trip and further injure my knee as I limp towards the run door. Paloma jumps up and pecks the bag as I am taking too long to dispense them. I calculate throwing the grapes to the furthest corner of the run so the big ones are longer preoccupied as I try to quickly coerce the other five to run in before the meanies return for more gluttonous grapes. They make a run for it.. except Blondie as she doesn’t understand the concept of running in the open door. Nah, she runs straight into the corner. I chase her around for another ten minutes before I can corner her and make a grab. I ceremoniously toss her into the coop before any others can weasel out.

That is a good day mind you. It worsens dependent on how many times I have escapees, how full of grapes they are, and how vigilant they feel being, well, vigilantes. These variables can lead to a truly frustrating situation where I temporarily lose sanity.

 

[ella2025]

My 2 young silkie roos won't stop obsessing over MASSIVE GINORMOUS HUMONGOUS Brahma hen like 8x their size. The moment Carlos the #2 rooster would get on top of her and attempt to mate with her (with his butt only managing to reach the middle of her back), Fernando the top roo will aggressively peck him and attack him while climbing on top of the poor hen just until he gives up. Roosters are strange creatures.

 

[Not-so Slick Chicken]

Some of these monsters dug around my blueberry bushes. Now have to go back and fill in with more dirt.

Five minutes to fill, five seconds it'll be torn out again

"Landscaping? *maniacal cackling*" said the hens, probably