MJ's little flock

You are a sensational and loving chicken dad.
I know now that sometimes we are helpless to assist them without an avian vet and with illness they usually don’t show it until it’s too late.
From all I’ve read you are very observant and proactive about your tribe. I mean look at Sansa atm, you know what’s normal and what’s not with her and are onto it because you know each of them so well.
Like most things in life, we have to learn the hard way and try not to make the same mistakes again.
Your ladies are very lucky to have you, as are we ☺️
I hope the sentiment of what I’m saying is coming through correctly, that we have all made mistakes but I feel when you say ‘my failures’ that it is too strong a word for you to use when talking about your past hens, that you are being too hard on yourself. 🥺
I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense, I know it’s not incredibly articulate 😅 I’m running on little sleep due to a sick kid at home 😕
Thank you for the kind words. I hope your child feels better soon.
 
Has anyone tried leek scraps with their girls? I’m going to make potato and leek soup but won’t use all the green ends. Thought I could sauté those bits up for them 🤔
Mine didn’t like them uncooked and we had words about that because I do love leeks. But they were very happy with them steamed or wilted in the microwave.
 
Mine didn’t like them uncooked and we had words about that because I do love leeks. But they were very happy with them steamed or wilted in the microwave.

Awesome, I’ll give it a shot 👍🏻 won’t get my hopes up though 😉 I’m hoping the 2 young ones will be more adventurous than Bok haha
I steamed them in the microwave, Belle tried one little piece and walked away, Snow and Bok didn’t even bother.
If Belle (aka greedy garbage guts) won’t eat it then it’s def not worth it to them 😅
We too had words, leeks are amazing
 
Inspired by @BY Bob, how I came to love chickens

My story is not as interestimg as his and I could sum it up in one sentence: "Dad kept leghorns in the backyard when we were kids" but there are some funny stories too so...

They didn't have names but that didn't stop me interacting with them. We got the chickens when I was 3 and they'd all passed by the time I was 8.

One of the characters in a book I'd read could hypnotise chickens, so one day I got one of mum's shiny necklaces and went outside to swing it in front of a chicken, saying "You are feeling sleeepy, very sleeeepy" until Dad came out and said, that's not going to work, love. Didn't stop me trying over and over. I'm pretty sure one of the chickens thought she was hypnotising me instead, and you know what? Maybe she was, maybe she was.

Another time, I discovered that if I poked a blade of grass through the wire of the coop, they'd eat it! Fun!! So that kept me amused for a year or so. They also liked it when I picked and opened almonds for them.

Another time Dad enlisted my brother and I in helping him catch the chickens so there wings could be clipped, which sounded horrific! But father must be obeyed unless he shouts, so we stood out there in the backyard, one kid on each end of an upside down laundry basket, waiting patiently while Dad herded the chickens between us so we could drop the basket and catch the chicken! Except I had other plans and was too slow on purpose, saying "sorry Dad, sorry." Next day, out at the coop, poking blades of grass through, tears in my eyes, saying, "Never you mind Chickens, you've still got your wings and I will protect you." Looking back on it now, I realise Dad's chicken entrapment scheme was doomed to fail from the get go. They were fast and flighty those leghorns, but even a slow mover will be quicker than a pair of anklebiters on a laundry basket.

So these chickeny shenanigans endeared them to me. These old memories are so special, it's no wonder I took about five minutes to decide on chickens once I had a backyard that was my own :)

Chicken love runs deep :)
Very adorable summary 🥰
 

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