Shadrach's Ex Battery and Rescued chickens thread.

My automatic door is a bit complex, I guess, but very predictable: I get up, pull a sweatshirt over my nightgown, grind the coffee and get it brewing, wobble outside to the run door, automatically forgetting to get the key lanyard for the padlock, going back to get the lanyard, THEN unlocking the run door, and get run over by five pullets determined to get out and do... what, exactly?
Oh, that made me chortle, bwahaha!
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Ha, I was thinking about that, too: how the time spent here has saved my loved ones from untold hours of chicken-focused conversation :duc

That's a good point! Skeksis and her family and descendants are deeply woven through this thread, though.
If I start talking to my good friend William about chickens he listens patiently, then says "Now you have to listen to me discussing boxing". 🥊
 
so has the unplanned assortment of genes in this flock spontaneously produced a Speckled Sussex, to go with the unexpected Kraienkoppes? :lol:
Sort of...Silas is too orange for the standard, but I think he's very handsome.

From May, before I split the flock and gave each rooster his own space:
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Zaccheus, top, and Silas, below. Zack's mahogany coloring is correct.

They never fought, in an 8'x16' hoop coop.
 
Sort of...Silas is too orange for the standard, but I think he's very handsome.

From May, before I split the flock and gave each rooster his own space:
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Zaccheus, top, and Silas, below. Zack's mahogany coloring is correct.

They never fought, in an 8'x16' hoop coop.
I have to say I find these standards a lot of nonsense. Both of them are spectacular!
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My automatic door is a bit complex, I guess, but very predictable: I get up, pull a sweatshirt over my nightgown, grind the coffee and get it brewing, wobble outside to the run door, automatically forgetting to get the key lanyard for the padlock, going back to get the lanyard, THEN unlocking the run door, and get run over by five pullets determined to get out and do... what, exactly?
Sounds much like mine....and it's been likened to the clown car with more clowns inside than is even somewhat reasonable...all popping out...

 
If I start talking to my good friend William about chickens he listens patiently, then says "Now you have to listen to me discussing boxing". 🥊
I can't have a conversation that does not involve the chickens, turkeys or my dogs and I know most people are really not interested, so I spend a lot of time smiling an nodding.
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My automatic door is a bit complex, I guess, but very predictable: I get up, pull a sweatshirt over my nightgown, grind the coffee and get it brewing, wobble outside to the run door, automatically forgetting to get the key lanyard for the padlock, going back to get the lanyard, THEN unlocking the run door, and get run over by five pullets determined to get out and do... what, exactly?
At the moment I leave 2 hours before the sun comes up every week day. Since I need to feed the CX pullets twice a day I literally wake them up to eat, and once they are done eating I put them back on their roost. Really considering buying an automatic feeder, cause this one is isn't getting any less tired :th
 
I'm so silly. It's only just now that I realised that wysiwyg stands for what you see is what you get. I thought it was some Welsh word I didn't understand :oops:
Yeah me too. That's the reason for my Wormsfuggle post. I was embarrassed when I realized that wysiwyg wasn't how to pronounce Glais, then ice.
I'll go back to being quiet. :oops:
 

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