I just went outside to the trash and discovered I hadn't put the chickens to bed. The original 8 that were left on my doorstep and Charlotte my son's rescued little girl were letting me know they weren't real happy with me.
They are living in a pen made of two excercise pens that were for my Pyrenees when we traveled, and there is an Extra Giant kennel in there for them to sleep in with a nice bed of deep straw.
During the day they roam the front and side yards, it's about 1/3 of acre I guess. But when the sun goes down they expect to be in the pen, in the kennel, with a blanket over it covering the door. Three of them roost on the front porch though, that is Penny, Charlotte, and Blue, the three Musketeers.
Hershey's first baby duck also lives in the pen with them because he still thinks he's a chicken and so do they. He is terrified of the other ducks, and if he starts squawking the chickens run to his defense.
When I walked out the door just now, the six that sleep in the kennel were all huddled together on the top step next to the door so I almost tripped over them. I went and opened the pen and then had to carry each one to the kennel because they were chilly and didn't want to break the huddle,, they are also spoiled rotten. The duck was already in the pen and was crying for them, so they went night-night together.
Blue, the blue rooster who roosts on the porch has a cute habit of wanting to be cuddled all the time and will jump into my arms,,, ok, it was cute when he was little before he grew the huge claws on the ends of his massive rooster feet. Now having him suddenly jump towards my face and expect me to catch him is not entertaining, but it is my fault for starting it in the first place. I'm trying to teach him to stand on the feed can and let me pick him up that way.
Charlotte has never gotten any bigger, she's tiny, and she's trying to sit Whitey the duck's nest with 8 huge duck eggs in it. She can't cover them all herself so Flat-Top McNugget, the Turken Roo, and Cogburn the who-knows-what roo share with her and they all three sit the nest with Charlotte in the middle. Penny, the hen that adopted Charlotte just sits on a bale of straw and watches them, then when one leaves she'll take their place and so on.
I didn't know what to do when those 8 tiny babies were left on my step Dec. 29, but now I just thank God I have them and the unconditional love and friendship they offer me. My son's little miniature, 5-toed, bossy baby Charlotte is just a wonderful hen, she makes a strange growling noise that seems to upset the other chickens though. Kind of like me,,,,
K
They are living in a pen made of two excercise pens that were for my Pyrenees when we traveled, and there is an Extra Giant kennel in there for them to sleep in with a nice bed of deep straw.
During the day they roam the front and side yards, it's about 1/3 of acre I guess. But when the sun goes down they expect to be in the pen, in the kennel, with a blanket over it covering the door. Three of them roost on the front porch though, that is Penny, Charlotte, and Blue, the three Musketeers.
Hershey's first baby duck also lives in the pen with them because he still thinks he's a chicken and so do they. He is terrified of the other ducks, and if he starts squawking the chickens run to his defense.
When I walked out the door just now, the six that sleep in the kennel were all huddled together on the top step next to the door so I almost tripped over them. I went and opened the pen and then had to carry each one to the kennel because they were chilly and didn't want to break the huddle,, they are also spoiled rotten. The duck was already in the pen and was crying for them, so they went night-night together.
Blue, the blue rooster who roosts on the porch has a cute habit of wanting to be cuddled all the time and will jump into my arms,,, ok, it was cute when he was little before he grew the huge claws on the ends of his massive rooster feet. Now having him suddenly jump towards my face and expect me to catch him is not entertaining, but it is my fault for starting it in the first place. I'm trying to teach him to stand on the feed can and let me pick him up that way.
Charlotte has never gotten any bigger, she's tiny, and she's trying to sit Whitey the duck's nest with 8 huge duck eggs in it. She can't cover them all herself so Flat-Top McNugget, the Turken Roo, and Cogburn the who-knows-what roo share with her and they all three sit the nest with Charlotte in the middle. Penny, the hen that adopted Charlotte just sits on a bale of straw and watches them, then when one leaves she'll take their place and so on.
I didn't know what to do when those 8 tiny babies were left on my step Dec. 29, but now I just thank God I have them and the unconditional love and friendship they offer me. My son's little miniature, 5-toed, bossy baby Charlotte is just a wonderful hen, she makes a strange growling noise that seems to upset the other chickens though. Kind of like me,,,,
K
