As much as we love them, chickens can be frustrating. If you could communicate a thought to your chickens, what would it be?
Most of their chickenly behaviors are understandable and not too difficult, but today they are driving me crazy. It's hot, around 95F. This isn't abnormal for our summers. Our two five year old hens, Becky the barred rock and Lucia the buff orpington, know the drill. Our heat is dry, so evaporative cooling works well. I turn on the hose, running a mister in the shade and the convenient hose leak wets a large shaded area of dirt. They wade in the puddle and stand in the mist. When I turn the hose off and the water seeps into the soil, they dig bowls in the wet dirt and lay in the cool soil in the shade. Our eight new orpington pullets(5 chocolate, 3 lavender)...have a lot to learn. They wander into the sun, they are offended by wet dirt under their feet. They have their beaks open with the heat. One followed Lucia into the puddle and immediately closed her beak and looked more comfortable. She promptly *walked back into the sun*. If I could communicate something to our chickens, it would be stay in the dang shade and stop being afraid of cooling water.
What would you communicate to your chickens?
Most of their chickenly behaviors are understandable and not too difficult, but today they are driving me crazy. It's hot, around 95F. This isn't abnormal for our summers. Our two five year old hens, Becky the barred rock and Lucia the buff orpington, know the drill. Our heat is dry, so evaporative cooling works well. I turn on the hose, running a mister in the shade and the convenient hose leak wets a large shaded area of dirt. They wade in the puddle and stand in the mist. When I turn the hose off and the water seeps into the soil, they dig bowls in the wet dirt and lay in the cool soil in the shade. Our eight new orpington pullets(5 chocolate, 3 lavender)...have a lot to learn. They wander into the sun, they are offended by wet dirt under their feet. They have their beaks open with the heat. One followed Lucia into the puddle and immediately closed her beak and looked more comfortable. She promptly *walked back into the sun*. If I could communicate something to our chickens, it would be stay in the dang shade and stop being afraid of cooling water.
What would you communicate to your chickens?
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