I totally kiss my girls heads! I'm sure they could care less, but oh well! They hate being caught, but once heldthey are fine.Here is Grace the Rooster. I know we talked about not kissing your chickens; let's hope the wild birds don't pass anything on!
Very nice! Just in time for the cold blast we're expecting too!
Nice & chunky. I bet it will be lovely & warm.
I'm convinced my chickens are experts @ playing mind games. It is perfectly possible for my flighty girls to hop the run fence without my seeing them & they could have a whale of a time before I noticed ~ only they never do. They get out & next thing there's a head bopping up & down in my direct line of vision. I grab my trusty fishing rod [which is used as a walking stick to stabilise me on the hill & herd naughty chickens] & set off to round 'em up. They waddle ahead of me just fast enough to stay out of reach, occasionally checking to make sure I am following. We go round the perimeter once or twice then they hop up on the fence & back into the run.
The man thinks it's hilarious. 
Occasionally one of the Campines totally loses her head & does a flight circuit of the property while screaming blue murder ~ goodness knows what the neighbours think! Having treated me as the chicken version of Jack the Ripper they all line up to eat out of my hand @ feed time. Apparently it is a privilege they will squabble for. I'm convinced I have my own personal lunatic asylum.
That is beautiful! I think summer killed our maples.
Sort of. Some territorial calls sound like alarms & it's rare for the girls to react to nearby alarm calls though they will sometimes react to something they hear in the far distance. I'm not sure if they can communicate what sort of predator & the level of threat. Possibly. My girls don't always react. But then I've seen them stand & watch a monitor lizard ~ & that should definitely alarm them!
There was a study that came out a year or so ago. They found two things about a spouse’s voice 1) You are able to pick you spouses voice out of a crowd more easily and at a greater distance 2) You are also more likely to tune that voice out.My Dad always claimed that he did not hear my Mom when she spoke to him but that same man could hear a deer walking in the forest 2 miles away!
I always called it, "selected deafness".
She named Phyllis. I named Sydney and Sansa. I'll post pictures when I have better cell service.
O no! That's very sad. They have the best color in fall.That is beautiful! I think summer killed our maples.
I'm not so sure a GOT themed flock would be such a good idea. 
