Ribh's D'Coopage

[Shadrach]

You are correct. The relationship does indeed change.
I felt a certain sense of relief when Cillin fully established himself. You've seen how friendly his son Treacle is and while it's lovely to be able to pick him up and have his company the simple fact is I'm not a chicken. Cillin was much like Treacle when he was young.
He's about just right in my estimation now with regard to his relationship with me. I can pick him up if necessary and he'll let me do what I need to with his hens. The difference now, Fat Bird being a possible exception is the rest are his hens. For a start he's their dad.
I'm rather proud of how Cillin has grown up. When he lost his mum and sister in such a short space of time I was concerned that he might go rogue. He didn't have a tribe to go to. I did do a fair amount of encouragement, but essentially he made himself agreeable to Ruffles and Fat Bird.....not that Ruffles was exactly a difficult conquest..... Without Cillin Tribe 1 would have died out.

 

[MaryJanet]

I like a bit of indie folk or rock while I'm cooking to give it a fun feeling And classical music turned down low while I'm working.

Edit: damn, I thought I pressed 'reply'

 

[MaryJanet]

I can understand this. It can be worked through though I've found. Cillin for example went through a period after he was accepted by Fat Bird and Ruffles of not bringing them down to the house. I used to go and check on them during the day and I could tell he wasn't terribly keen on my presence. I let him work through it. It took a few weeks. Eventually they all turned up, Cillin looking and acting very much like the man in charge, herding Fat Bird and Ruffles needlessly just to show he could.
It changed a lot when Ruffles sat and hatched her first clutch. While she sat, Cillin had Fat Bird to himself for a while and I think Fat Bird enjoyed this. She certainly made him run around after her. Once the chicks hatched then Cillin was a family man and very pleased with himself he looked. Fat Bird sulked when the chicks were old enough to follow Cillin and Ruffles around. She ended up visiting me a lot for a while.

I love your stories Shad. So interesting.

 

[MaryJanet]

I was classically trained and ventured out all over the place. Loved Jazz, but never any good at it and kind of settled on the big band era. Oh, I so love the big bands.

Big bands! That feeling of blasting off - I've only ever seen two big bands but both times were jaw-dropping!

 

[MaryJanet]

I believe that it can be made to work. With time and patience boundaries can be established and everyone can coexist.

The thing is, your relationship with them will be different. It has to be. Not necessarily worse, but different. You need to remember that.

Cillin had way more space at his disposal than Jabber did. That's always going to make a difference.

 

[Ribh]

I was classically trained and ventured out all over the place. Loved Jazz, but never any good at it and kind of settled on the big band era. Oh, I so love the big bands.

Playing jazz is the only discipline that fires all the neurons in the brain @ once. Nothing else does that. Not pure math. Not physics. Not chemistry. None of the arts. I can see why. It uses all the brain @ once ~ & then some! I'm no good @ it but I really appreciate it.

 

[Ribh]

I'm feeling quite defeated this morning.
I've been looking for some nice table runners ~ because we sit things like plants on our tables & runners give the wood a little protection.

I finally found one I really like & it was a you tube video so...
The instructor has quite a thick accent & goes really fast but it's you tube so I was stopping & starting & being really careful with my counting because it's lace & it's all about counting.
Most tutorials give you a stitch count @ the end of every row so it is really easy to check if you are on track or not & where you've gone wrong, if you do.
This lady doesn't.
I got to here last night & I am out by 2 whole repeats!!!
There is no way to fix it without undoing the whole thing. And I still won't know where I've gone wrong.

It's not that I mind unpicking & redoing. I do a lot of that. I'm a dork. Until I can *see* the pattern I'm pretty useless. I won't make the same mistake because now I know what the pattern should look like. I'm just cross that I could have figured it out a whole lot earlier if the instructor had given a stitch count. *sigh*
Ok. Rant over. You know what I'm doing today.​

 

[Jenthehen127]

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.

I'm so glad I'm not the only one!!!

 

[Jenthehen127]

She named Phyllis. I named Sydney and Sansa. I'll post pictures when I have better cell service.

Sana is an interesting name. How did you come by it? I've not heard it before.

 

[BY Bob]

Those are great pictures, Bob! That one of Phyllis is a stunner! And your name theme: Chickens starting with S...

You know I said I had no theme. Ssssssssssssssssssss