Shadrach's Ex Battery and Rescued chickens thread.

There's something satisfying about finding redeeming parts of a person who has acted in appalling ways (talking about C here) and to remember that what makes us contrary can also be the source of impressive resilience.

Tax: An appalling thing I've done to poultry recently is to charge rooster Andre with the world's sassiest pullets. Everyday is summer camp for the Speckled Sussex girls.

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While serene with humans, big Andre was such a bully to his hatchmates that I thought he'd only be able to cohabitate with strong hens who kept him in line. The Speckled Sussex are on another level, though. It's common to find Andre rushing around to keep them out of trouble.
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Right now it's blowing snow. I'm sure Andre would like nothing more than to warm his wattles by the heater, but I can see from the window that the girls are out in it. I'm sure he's cooing his head off to entice them into his run so he doesn't have to go out in it. I'll bundle up in a second and put a seed treat in the run to help him out.

Here's a quiet moment earlier where he finally convinced wild child Peck to come eat in his coop so he can get out of the rain, too. You can see that Peck did let his mullet mostly grow out, but she's not above yanking a new hackle feather if he's not paying attention.

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Then, doh, Peck got ants in her pants and zipped out to explore.
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Lastly, a favorite video from a few months ago. Andre pretending not to be sleepy until the last of the girls exited stage right to dustbathe, and he let that sunbeam take over.
 
The group wanted the the power to make changes and have control; I delivered it. Of course with power comes responsibility and now that I'm no able to take on the responsibility they are starting to find out that community/organic/smallholding/ farming business they like to chat about at their coffee mornings isn't quite so appealing when they have to stand in the mud cleaning up shite and checking for health problems, trying to feed and water the poor creatures while a 45mph wind blows and it's wet and 2C.

These are not the pioneering British types that helped build America and Australia. This lot are unfortunately the weak intellectual types who despite missing the whole performance by at least twenty years in most cases identify with some kind of hippy culture which is way beyond my understanding.
By this time, the group is probably much more impressed by you than you are by them! The real mud waded through by you has probably been all of the people politics - I'm sure the chicken's mud is much cleaner, overall ;)
 
There's something satisfying about finding redeeming parts of a person who has acted in appalling ways (talking about C here) and to remember that what makes us contrary can also be the source of impressive resilience.
This is a great observation. We're all complex bundles, bumping up against each other's complex personalities and experiences, and a lot turns on perception. I think it's come up before on this thread that one person's perseverance may be another's stubbornness. Whatever you want to call it, I think it's needed in spades to clean a poopy chicken coop in the cold, wet, short, days of winter :lol: Unfortunately it sounds, from Shad's description, like some of the allotment holders are just fair weather friends.
 
Betws, Idris and Skomer are 18 weeks old today, and I'm fairly sure now that Betws is Zimmet's daughter by Chirk, Idris is Janeka's daughter (dad yet to be determined; need to wait for egg colour reveal), and Skomer is Killay's son (mum Dyffryn or Ystrad). I don't know if Killay knows that (apparently they might be able to tell by smell) but he's still letting Skomer eat from the same bowl as him :p And as you can see, Janeka's still letting them hang out with her, though they're definitely drifting apart now.
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There's something satisfying about finding redeeming parts of a person who has acted in appalling ways (talking about C here) and to remember that what makes us contrary can also be the source of impressive resilience.

Tax: An appalling thing I've done to poultry recently is to charge rooster Andre with the world's sassiest pullets. Everyday is summer camp for the Speckled Sussex girls.

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While serene with humans, big Andre was such a bully to his hatchmates that I thought he'd only be able to cohabitate with strong hens who kept him in line. The Speckled Sussex are on another level, though. It's common to find Andre rushing around to keep them out of trouble.
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Right now it's blowing snow. I'm sure Andre would like nothing more than to warm his wattles by the heater, but I can see from the window that the girls are out in it. I'm sure he's cooing his head off to entice them into his run so he doesn't have to go out in it. I'll bundle up in a second and put a seed treat in the run to help him out.

Here's a quiet moment earlier where he finally convinced wild child Peck to come eat in his coop so he can get out of the rain, too. You can see that Peck did let his mullet mostly grow out, but she's not above yanking a new hackle feather if he's not paying attention.

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Then, doh, Peck got ants in her pants and zipped out to explore.
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Lastly, a favorite video from a few months ago. Andre pretending not to be sleepy until the last of the girls exited stage right to dustbathe, and he let that sunbeam take over.
I couldn't possibly have a rooster called Andre! A boy called Andre stole my first love away, mainly because he drove his parents Range Rover and all I could offer was a pillion seat on an old British motorcycle.:D
 

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