MJ's little flock

I feel like they are denying their intentions like, 'who us? no were not looking for anything...' {enter whistling chicken noises here}

That being said, this is a lovely picture! I'm thinking of redecorating my living room and I'm thinking I would love to add some of the pictures from these groups to my walls. Would anyone be willing to send me the pictures directly?
I'd be delighted but all my backgrounds are, well, let's just say not pretty haha! Maybe soon I'll have the concrete removed and the turf put in. But first I need to finish work on my home office.
 
I'd be delighted but all my backgrounds are, well, let's just say not pretty haha! Maybe soon I'll have the concrete removed and the turf put in. But first I need to finish work on my home office.
There is something very "outback" to your backgrounds that I kind of like.
 
There is something very "outback" to your backgrounds that I kind of like.
That's very kind and I agree - the dry sandy soil and the rusty shed are very outback-ish. Trouble is, I'm deep in the seaside suburbs šŸ¤” in time, I'll have restored and gardened, but it all takes savings, so it creeps forward, little by little.
 
Peggy squatted today

You're going to need more info. First of all, it was the first time she squatted for me. Secondly, she and I were in an unusual context.

Now that Ivy is a confident layer, she has resumed her fence hopping. It pays off because she found the lettuce seedlings. Anyway, Peggy took note and followed suit.

The last three days straight, I've found them digging for bugs outside the chicken yard. Ivy knows the routine for hopping back in: I follow her at a calm-inducing distance and she jogs from wherever she is, around the back of the henhouse, hops up onto the big half wine barrel planter, then over the fence, back into the chicken yard. We go through this routine with a lot of calm and camaraderie, which is ideal for showing Peggy how it's done.

Best laid plans...

Anyway, Peggy does not understand the point of hopping up on the half wine barrel. Instead, she runs behind it, where it's easy for me to corner her and therefore it's easy for her to panic.

So I've taken a slowly-slowly approach. Talking quietly, I slowly bend forward and get my hand under her. She has to step on my hand, there's no other choice. Usually, I gently lift her out from behind the wine barrel and over the fence, with Peggy holding my hand with her feet like it's a branch.

This morning, her grip wasn't steady, so I disembarked her onto the soil contained by the wine barrel. That's when she squatted. So I stroked her back and felt her keel and tickled her neck, before taking her up onto my hand again and over the fence.

She stood on my hand for a while before hopping off and giving herself a good shake.

Janet was on the other side of the fence the whole time, chattering away. She showed Peggy the shake, then Peggy did the shake. I wonder what other advice she was providing.

Anyway, that's the story of Peggy's first squat.
 
Peggy squatted today

You're going to need more info. First of all, it was the first time she squatted for me. Secondly, she and I were in an unusual context.

Now that Ivy is a confident layer, she has resumed her fence hopping. It pays off because she found the lettuce seedlings. Anyway, Peggy took note and followed suit.

The last three days straight, I've found them digging for bugs outside the chicken yard. Ivy knows the routine for hopping back in: I follow her at a calm-inducing distance and she jogs from wherever she is, around the back of the henhouse, hops up onto the big half wine barrel planter, then over the fence, back into the chicken yard. We go through this routine with a lot of calm and camaraderie, which is ideal for showing Peggy how it's done.

Best laid plans...

Anyway, Peggy does not understand the point of hopping up on the half wine barrel. Instead, she runs behind it, where it's easy for me to corner her and therefore it's easy for her to panic.

So I've taken a slowly-slowly approach. Talking quietly, I slowly bend forward and get my hand under her. She has to step on my hand, there's no other choice. Usually, I gently lift her out from behind the wine barrel and over the fence, with Peggy holding my hand with her feet like it's a branch.

This morning, her grip wasn't steady, so I disembarked her onto the soil contained by the wine barrel. That's when she squatted. So I stroked her back and felt her keel and tickled her neck, before taking her up onto my hand again and over the fence.

She stood on my hand for a while before hopping off and giving herself a good shake.

Janet was on the other side of the fence the whole time, chattering away. She showed Peggy the shake, then Peggy did the shake. I wonder what other advice she was providing.

Anyway, that's the story of Peggy's first squat.
How special!!! I just love the level of trust displayed when this happens. I did have to laugh though. So glad I'm not the only one * herding chickens* :)
 
July 8

The date Ivy became a lap chicken šŸ„°

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How special!!! I just love the level of trust displayed when this happens. I did have to laugh though. So glad I'm not the only one * herding chickens* :)
It was a very special moment because Peggy is instinctively quite flighty. I'm amazed she allowed me to touch her back.
 

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