Mine are still freeloaders. However, Hecate, my Barred Rock, had an especially good day today. She lured me out to take pictures of her, then taunted me by posing in front of icky backgrounds:
She also tricked me into kneeling in fresh chicken poop to try to get a shot. Twice. Then, I labored and struggled to carry 5 (five!) 50lb each bags of sand out to their coop, cleaned out all the wood shavings and spread out wonderful, clean sand. I raked it smooth and also put sand in their run while they loitered about and tried to trip me when I was carry the bags. Once that was done, I went inside to drink a little water and stare at the turkey. Meanwhile, darkness fell and the dogs started getting anxious to go out in the yard. So, I went out and shut up the coop and run and did a quick double check to make sure everyone was in there. Nope. Only one, lonely little EE in the coop. The Barred One was missing. I felt a growing panic as I checked the dead scotch broom bush that she likes to roost in and all around the yard. No stripey chicken. The dogs, meanwhile, are barking and barking thinking I forgot about doggy dinner. Finally, when I am standing there, completely at a loss, I spy her, smugly snuggled on TOP of the run. So, I have to go crawl through the bushes and pry myself between the wall and the coop, in the dark, pick her up, and then somehow crawl back, in the dark, holding a naughty chicken and put her in the run so she can go in the coop, and then stand there, in the cold, shining a flashlight so she can get all situated properly.
Naughty chicken. Least she could do would be to lay and egg.
Happy Thanksgiving, all!
She also tricked me into kneeling in fresh chicken poop to try to get a shot. Twice. Then, I labored and struggled to carry 5 (five!) 50lb each bags of sand out to their coop, cleaned out all the wood shavings and spread out wonderful, clean sand. I raked it smooth and also put sand in their run while they loitered about and tried to trip me when I was carry the bags. Once that was done, I went inside to drink a little water and stare at the turkey. Meanwhile, darkness fell and the dogs started getting anxious to go out in the yard. So, I went out and shut up the coop and run and did a quick double check to make sure everyone was in there. Nope. Only one, lonely little EE in the coop. The Barred One was missing. I felt a growing panic as I checked the dead scotch broom bush that she likes to roost in and all around the yard. No stripey chicken. The dogs, meanwhile, are barking and barking thinking I forgot about doggy dinner. Finally, when I am standing there, completely at a loss, I spy her, smugly snuggled on TOP of the run. So, I have to go crawl through the bushes and pry myself between the wall and the coop, in the dark, pick her up, and then somehow crawl back, in the dark, holding a naughty chicken and put her in the run so she can go in the coop, and then stand there, in the cold, shining a flashlight so she can get all situated properly.
Naughty chicken. Least she could do would be to lay and egg.
Happy Thanksgiving, all!
