i somehow acquired 2 runaways and i have questions. please help

hi guys!
i was gonna come here today to tell you that all week it's been a breeze getting them in the run. but i didn't want to jinx myself.
but even just thinking that, i jinxed myself.

well. i messed up, really.
i gave thelma a sneaky piece of walnut while louise was in the coop laying an egg. and then she found a piece of bread the crows dropped, so i let her have it because louise wasn't there to beat her up for it.

so guess who wouldn't go in the run tonight?
thelma!

that's it now. i learned my lesson.

i hope you guys are good.
and @Mother of Chaos , how are you gettin on with the littles?
 
also. over the weekend we went to the big giant agricultural show that i mentioned many moons ago.
not one chicken.
zero chickens.
but they did have a baby donkey 😍
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i do not have a baby donkey 😢
 
hi guys!
i was gonna come here today to tell you that all week it's been a breeze getting them in the run. but i didn't want to jinx myself.
but even just thinking that, i jinxed myself.

well. i messed up, really.
i gave thelma a sneaky piece of walnut while louise was in the coop laying an egg. and then she found a piece of bread the crows dropped, so i let her have it because louise wasn't there to beat her up for it.

so guess who wouldn't go in the run tonight?
thelma!

that's it now. i learned my lesson.

i hope you guys are good.
and @Mother of Chaos , how are you gettin on with the littles?
Hi, lol at your continuing adventures with Thelma and Louise!! 😂

The Littles seem to be fully integrated, in the sense that they’re still junior at 12 and 10 weeks and skedaddle away from the feeder when The Bigs come, but they all sleep together, nap together in the heat of the day, sometimes dust bathe together, and mostly ignore one another.

I would love to claim credit for this, but it just sorta gradually happened in the haphazard manner that marks my life. Trudy (the Barred Rock) became Rude-y Trudy and was a junior-grade bully, but this took care of that nicely. Then Rude-y Trudy became Broody Trudy (again!), and the other four have united in concern (possibly terror) to resist the Barred Fluff of Rage who clucks maniacally 24/7.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, maybe!
 
also. over the weekend we went to the big giant agricultural show that i mentioned many moons ago.
not one chicken.
zero chickens.
but they did have a baby donkey 😍View attachment 4201071


i do not have a baby donkey 😢
You need a baby donkey!!! It could be a flock guardian for T&L! 🫏
 
Hi, lol at your continuing adventures with Thelma and Louise!! 😂

The Littles seem to be fully integrated, in the sense that they’re still junior at 12 and 10 weeks and skedaddle away from the feeder when The Bigs come, but they all sleep together, nap together in the heat of the day, sometimes dust bathe together, and mostly ignore one another.

I would love to claim credit for this, but it just sorta gradually happened in the haphazard manner that marks my life. Trudy (the Barred Rock) became Rude-y Trudy and was a junior-grade bully, but this took care of that nicely. Then Rude-y Trudy became Broody Trudy (again!), and the other four have united in concern (possibly terror) to resist the Barred Fluff of Rage who clucks maniacally 24/7.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, maybe!
i just can't stay away from you guys is all 😉

ignoring is a good sign, isn't it?
bullying not so much.
but omg! if that works, i wouldn't mind shooting louise! 😂
 
i just can't stay away from you guys is all 😉

ignoring is a good sign, isn't it?
bullying not so much.
but omg! if that works, i wouldn't mind shooting louise! 😂
I will say that I took a certain satisfaction in nailing her from 20’!

And it’s just like squirting cats (for training purposes only, I assure you!😮) - they can’t figure out for sure where it comes from (although they’re very suspicious), but it’s really nice to be able to give an immediate Thou Shalt Not! response to over the top bullying.
 

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