Guinea too
Big size difference in last pic lol
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Guinea too
I hope I won't have to do it again but I'm still finding ruble like this when I dig.Double digging is so hard on the body, I agree. I would never do it again. I eventually found a happy medium between digging some and piling up. And it really helps to have a good tool that allows a person to work in a position that doesn't hurt the body too much.
There's a great book called "The Resilient Gardener" and the author has a good section on finding and using the right tools for different bodies.
https://www.chelseagreen.com/product/the-resilient-gardener/
It's an interesting observation. Not quite sure what it means regarding intelligence without reading the appropriate part in the book.we're in danger of talking at cross purposes; the original point was the longer a young bird stays with its parent, the bigger the brain. Clumsy expression undoubtedly, on my part. The plasticity of the brain is also an important factor here.
Yup, it used to drive me potty.Ursula is now completely co-mothering Cruella's chicks, and has abandoned her eggs
Excellent.@Shadrach, you'll be pleased to know that after dirt near the coops was wet down, rooster Andre immediately plunked down for long dirtbath. Forget the fluffy, dry dust the ladies love. He was so pleased to find freshly dampened soil.
Excellent.It's one of those things that I know to be true from observing every rooster I've known and reliable reports from many others. That roosters do have this preference is interesting on it's own, but more interesting would be to know why.
Dustbathing seems to be one of those subjects that is not well understood in general.
Sort of.Did the three way brooding work out?
Sort of.The liability of the trio was a hen called Barking Bracket. You may know, but for others who may not the term barking mad is the expression I had in mind when I named her.
Barking Bracket was a complete air head. She used to forget where she put the chicks. Sometimes it seemed like she had no chicks at all. We had an attempted hawk strike one day while Barking Bracket was out with another brood. She obviously told the chicks to hide okay, but then forgot where she had told them to hide and chicks told by mum to hide don't make a sound until mum calls them usually. Barking Bracket did try and look for them and then went off to roost. I did find the chicks and went and got Barking Bracket off her roost bar and dumped her in front of her chicks. Off they all went with Bracket clucking away.![]()