Ribh's D'Coopage

[Shadrach]

Tribe 2 relaxing.

 

[Shadrach]

Not quite so relaxed.
Notch is very good with his hens, the chick fair but a bit on the firm side, with other roosters he's a pin in the arse.

 

[Ribh]

Not quite so relaxed.
Notch is very good with his hens, the chick fair but a bit on the firm side, with other roosters he's a pin in the arse.
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It's looking very pleasant in your part of the world. At any rate the chickens are enjoying it.

BTW how is the Brexit deal shaping for you? Any developments on that front?

 

[Shadrach]

It's looking very pleasant in your part of the world. At any rate the chickens are enjoying it.

BTW how is the Brexit deal shaping for you? Any developments on that front?

Yup, Spring is doing it's best. It did freeze the night before last, but only just.
If I or anyone else knew what the deal is it might be possible to give an answer but if anyone does know, they're keeping very quiet about it.
It's a problem when politicians take ideological stances without the intelligence to foresee possible outcomes.

 

[LozzyR]

It's just starting here too.
I've been having the conversation with Mel today having watched her take over three hours to lay an egg.
I walk over and tap her on the beak saying "you're not sitting Mel."
Mel, "why not?"
"Because there isn't enough room for any more."
Mel, "you said we could sit if we wanted."
"That's not what I said Mel. What I said is I wanted to let every hen that wanted to sit do it at least once. You've sat twice, the last, a few months ago."
Silence from Mel.
I took the eggs away. Mel sat in the nest box sulking.
After another half hour or so she gets out of the nest box and eats some food and proceeds to shout the house down for Cillin to come and collect her. Treacle, who seems to be doing a lot of rushing about while his dad stays with the rest of the tribe turned up. He was good and just did a quick herding shuffle around Mel (she's his mum) for which he got a hackle flare and a peck.
Mel had got a pair of lungs on her; her daughters seem to have inherited this trait. She must have spent another fifteen minutes shouting for CIllin. He did keep responding to her calls but wouldn't come and get her. Eventually Mel gave up and stomped up the bank at the end of the house to make her way to where Cillin was. Cillin had manged to marshal the rest of the tribe and was slowly making his way across the sheep field.
Mel did go to roost in the coop...phew...one more night with an empty nest box.

@MaryJanet is starting to rub off on you!

 

[MaryJanet]

@MaryJanet is starting to rub off on you!

I was particularly impressed with Shad's chat with Mel!

 

[BY Bob]

Tribe 2 relaxing.
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I just love this picture. Would you mind if I printed this and put it up. This has just wonderful composition. Beautiful picture.

 

[BY Bob]

It's just starting here too.
I've been having the conversation with Mel today having watched her take over three hours to lay an egg.
I walk over and tap her on the beak saying "you're not sitting Mel."
Mel, "why not?"
"Because there isn't enough room for any more."
Mel, "you said we could sit if we wanted."
"That's not what I said Mel. What I said is I wanted to let every hen that wanted to sit do it at least once. You've sat twice, the last, a few months ago."
Silence from Mel.
I took the eggs away. Mel sat in the nest box sulking.
After another half hour or so she gets out of the nest box and eats some food and proceeds to shout the house down for Cillin to come and collect her. Treacle, who seems to be doing a lot of rushing about while his dad stays with the rest of the tribe turned up. He was good and just did a quick herding shuffle around Mel (she's his mum) for which he got a hackle flare and a peck.
Mel had got a pair of lungs on her; her daughters seem to have inherited this trait. She must have spent another fifteen minutes shouting for CIllin. He did keep responding to her calls but wouldn't come and get her. Eventually Mel gave up and stomped up the bank at the end of the house to make her way to where Cillin was. Cillin had manged to marshal the rest of the tribe and was slowly making his way across the sheep field.
Mel did go to roost in the coop...phew...one more night with an empty nest box.

I love that you are now doing chicken dialog as well. Welcome to the club. We all have these conversations with them. I had to keep telling Aurora no more mealy worms today. She kept asking why?

 

[rjohns39]

Good evening folks

 

[Shadrach]

@MaryJanet is starting to rub off on you!

I've been having conversations with chickens for many years now. One has to be a bit careful acknowledging this as it seems it isn't considered normal in some social circles.