How did your flock annoy you today?

[Mother of Chaos]

My chickens even annoy me in my dreams! I had a dream I was walking Gytha on a leash (?!) and she kept trying to run into the road when cars were coming! Don't do that!

 

[MotherofOrpies]

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.

I feel you! Even if you get almost every chicken in the coop, there is going to be that one chicken that just won’t go! And while trying to coax her in, the rest is joyfully escaping, again I always cuss and yell at her and say, ok, be banta food (aka fox, hawk, what ever wants to eat them) but in the end, I couldn’t stand finding them attacked, so I join the chase, again. Just like you, I feel sorry for them being cooped up, so even though I know I’m going to regret it, I let them out

 

[MotherofOrpies]

I’ve been thinking about writing a book about my flock. It will be called Cecal Poops and the Chickens who love to Step in them.

What I especially „love“ is when they step into cecal poop and smear you with it, while you are picking them up, even better, when they smear the freshly washed T- shirt you just put on usually this happens when I have an appointment I can’t miss

 

[atomic]

Blondies are not the sharpest tools in the kit. We've got one called Blondie too and she is just dumb.

Straight facts right here. At least she is not difficult to catch, unlike her late bantam Turken cockerel friend who has since gone on to his next residence. Seriously the only way we caught him was by him being too stupid and curious, we tried to chase him into my parrots travel cage and that was NOT happening but turns out we left him alone and he walked his own ass self in there, dummy.

 

[thecatumbrella]

Warning: Contains carefully censored cussing ! Will remove if that's problematic.

Poppy loves to be held and talked to. The feeling is not always mutual:

 

[atomic]

@thecatumbrella I think we might be the same person.

 

[TOMTE]

I know that feeling