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Do you have a Hen or Rooster with a problem? Are they a Pre-Madonna?
Then feel free to talk about it and share your Queen of the hutch's issues, and your King of the Roost's problem. No names or identity's have to be reveled, to keep your pre-Madonna hen/roo feeling safe and comfortable as you discuss them and there problems with the residents of BYC.
Let me start off...
I WhiteWinterWolf have a Pre-Madonna Silkie Hen named Winter. She is White and fluffy and almost 8 months old.
She had been living inside for about a month in a half with my other two Silkies, Stella and Snow, due to the fact that we had to get them a new chicken coop to keep them separated from the larger hens. Well, there coop finally arrived, we painted it a beautiful red color to accentuate Winter's beautiful white feathers. We put up the fencing, chose the lushest grass in the yard, and only the best pea-stone for her feat to tread on. We fortified the hutch, making it safe from predators, and then kindly introduced the silkies and Winter to there new outside home.
Winter...did not move from the spot that i put her for exactly an hour and 20 minuets. I immediately went over to see what was wrong, worried that I had possibly hurt her or something during the move.
Nope...as soon as I gave her a gentle nudge, she screamed like she had been attacked and flapped and fluttered all the way into the coop, fell ungracefully onto the grass as she tried to climb the ramp, and then flopped and flapped all over the the grass. I gently grabbed her and checked her over, to find absolutely nothing wrong with her. I put her back down onto the grass, only to have her flapping and flopping all over the place yet again. Out of fear of her hurting herself I placed her into the sawdust and straw filled coop, to have her stand there with a look of absolute horror on her face, that I had dared to put her precious feet on the unworthy grass below the hutch.
She squawked and screamed at me the whole time until I finally put her blanket into one of the nesting box's. She curled up in it and peeped indignantly, and after about a half hour she finely decided that the grass was worthy enough for her little feet to walk on.
My silke, Winter, is a Pre-Madonna hen who thinks that grass is unworthy of her feet.
Now, its your turn! Who's brave enough to go first?
*this was posted for humors sake, honestly XD Come on guys lets hear about your pre-Madonna's I know there out there!*
Then feel free to talk about it and share your Queen of the hutch's issues, and your King of the Roost's problem. No names or identity's have to be reveled, to keep your pre-Madonna hen/roo feeling safe and comfortable as you discuss them and there problems with the residents of BYC.
Let me start off...
I WhiteWinterWolf have a Pre-Madonna Silkie Hen named Winter. She is White and fluffy and almost 8 months old.
She had been living inside for about a month in a half with my other two Silkies, Stella and Snow, due to the fact that we had to get them a new chicken coop to keep them separated from the larger hens. Well, there coop finally arrived, we painted it a beautiful red color to accentuate Winter's beautiful white feathers. We put up the fencing, chose the lushest grass in the yard, and only the best pea-stone for her feat to tread on. We fortified the hutch, making it safe from predators, and then kindly introduced the silkies and Winter to there new outside home.
Winter...did not move from the spot that i put her for exactly an hour and 20 minuets. I immediately went over to see what was wrong, worried that I had possibly hurt her or something during the move.
Nope...as soon as I gave her a gentle nudge, she screamed like she had been attacked and flapped and fluttered all the way into the coop, fell ungracefully onto the grass as she tried to climb the ramp, and then flopped and flapped all over the the grass. I gently grabbed her and checked her over, to find absolutely nothing wrong with her. I put her back down onto the grass, only to have her flapping and flopping all over the place yet again. Out of fear of her hurting herself I placed her into the sawdust and straw filled coop, to have her stand there with a look of absolute horror on her face, that I had dared to put her precious feet on the unworthy grass below the hutch.
She squawked and screamed at me the whole time until I finally put her blanket into one of the nesting box's. She curled up in it and peeped indignantly, and after about a half hour she finely decided that the grass was worthy enough for her little feet to walk on.
My silke, Winter, is a Pre-Madonna hen who thinks that grass is unworthy of her feet.
Now, its your turn! Who's brave enough to go first?
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