Office Work, Part Deux: Professional Mayhen

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I've had hens eat eggs before..usually if it is a soft egg or it gets broken by accident. But they leave a mess. These have disappeared without a trace......
 
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beaner. Strange, yes.
 
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I've had hens eat eggs before..usually if it is a soft egg or it gets broken by accident. But they leave a mess. These have disappeared without a trace......

That's what I was afraid of... <g's gettin the willys.
 
You know what else? The other day I got home from work and my back gate was wide open. I was having some trouble with the latch so just figured I didnt notice it didn't click that morning.....

but the chickens were all fine and accounted for so I thanked my lucky starts and fixed the latch.

When i went out yesterday there was a bunch of feathers in the middle of the yard. brownish. I thought maybe a hawk got a bird, but coudlnt find any missing or injured. Maybe it was a stealth rooster attack on a molting hen?

Coupled with the eggs going missing.......and the nestboxes getting moved and knocked around a bit....

It's just weird. Glad I have 4 dogs, 2 of which that would eat anyone that bothered me.
 
I remember you mentioning the gate being open that day.
spooky, I say.



My rooster is not yet 6 months, he's been crowing 3 weeks, that makes him young and still tender right?

I need to learn how to butcher. Can't watch youtube.

Or, maybe since he's been locked up for nearly a wee, he will be nice now?
I am not letting him near Poof Face ever.
I wonder if chickens do have memory.
He remembers that horrid day when Picky got peckied to death, and couldn't wait till he grew up to pay back?
Cuz he certainly wasn't attacking any of the other hens like that.

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Don't ask me, I can't butcher anything. Have a batch of young chicks that need culled right now and can't even bring myself to do it.

I give all my extra roosters to my "rooster lady". she grows em up and eats them (I assume).
 
I have this death phobia. You don't want to know how long it took me to get that hen out of the litterbox and into a trashbag. I'm talking like 20 minutes. I had to psych myself up and look away as I did it. Death. Phobia.
 
the lid was latched on. I had to stand as far away as possible and streeeeeeetch over to unlatch one and then jump away. And then do it again for all 4 latches. Then I tipped it over with my foot and jumped away. I ended up having to go just do other things and then come back.

I've always had a death phobia. Couldn't scoop dead fish out of the aquarium. It's all I can do to remove dead mice or god forbird a dead baby chick or something. Death. PHOBIA.
 
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