In the Brooder
- May 22, 2011
Our production red Gizmos is going on just over a week of being a lone girl after a dog attack took her two flock mates. They were all hand raised and super friendly (white leghorn and barred rock), but now Gizmos has taken to a new habit. Rather than return to the coop to sleep, she comes to me, hops into my lap, clucks (and of course I cluck back), wipes her beak on my shirt and jeans (and it's not dirty- could this be affection?) and then after a while- usually around a half hour, she hunkers down, retracts her head and closes her eyes. I then carry her to her coop and say, "Angel dreams". I find a few things fascinating about this. First, the beak wiping. I had only seen this behavior when it was dirty, but this is clearly something else. Second, that if I'm not in the chair, she stands there now and waits for me to walk across the yard to sit down and then promptly hops up. Third, she has developed this habit so quickly and people say that chickens don't remember. I think they DO remember. Oh gosh. I love this girl. And I hope I can find her a suitable sister soon!