A couple nights ago, Barbara and the rest of the Big Girls were all snuggled down on the roosts when they were rudely awakened. The Chickendads turned on the lights and Barbara saw a HUGE needle in Mrs. Chickendads hand. Chickendad picked up each girl and held her so Mrs. Chickendad could apply drops on the skin under her wing. When it came Barbaras turn, Mrs. Chickendad forgot about the big bald spot on Barbaras back and searched under her wings for some bare skinBarbara has very fluffy armpits. Barbara did not feel anything except some cold drops on her skin, so once she got her feathers and bars lined up again, she tucked her head under her wing and dozed off again. Whew! thought Barbara, that wasnt so bad after all.
Since the Silly Ameraucanas had been in their new pen for a week or so, the Chickendads decided to let them free range for a few hours before dark. Bobby is the self-appointed Head Rooster of this flock. He led the little Brothers and Sisters out to play and they all had a grand time. They would jump up in the air and then run-fly to the other side of the yard. Then they would all run-fly back to the starting point. It must have been some sort of Red Rover kind of game.
Unfortunately, the Silly Ameraucanas still cannot find their butts with both hands, so when it came time for bed, they were nowhere to be seen. Their pen was empty. Not to worry, the Silly Ameraucanas had chosen Plan B, which is roosting on top of the honeymoon pens inside the building. The honeymoon pens HAD been nice and clean until then. The top of the pen was wall-to-wall Ameraucana teenagers, with a couple big Wyandotte boys for extra snuggling. Thirteen full sized birds were settling down for the night right on top of the pens, pooping into the once-clean shavings below.
The Chickendads scoped out where they were each roosting, and as Chickendad operated the light switch, Mrs. Chickendad captured a bird and put it back in the proper pen. There was some complaining, as well as screams of Help! Murder! (as Ameraucanas are prone to do), but soon everyone was tucked in for the night. No story tonight, kids, Mom and Dad are tuckered out!
(Some of the Silly Ameraucanas in the pen theyre SUPPOSED to be in! Bobby is at the back.
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Congrats on your sweet baby! She will be a diva in no time! It is hard to believe that Barbara once looked this innocent. . .
Welcome and Welcome Back to Barbara fans! Barbara is taking time off from her romantic life at the moment, and concentrating on her stomach. Winter is coming, you know. Where the rest of us diet for the holidays, Barbara eats more. She needs a big butt to keep her warm this winter.
Teresa, I'm hoping Tyson has settled down and has his hormones leveled out. Give him and Hannah an extra handful of scratch from their Hatch Mom!
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We use Ivermectin twice a year, or if needed sooner, to take care of any external or internal parasites they may have picked up. I put it in a syringe, but just drop it on their bare skin. They don't get stuck with a needle!
chicken math struck us this weekend. I sent my wife to the equivalent of the tractor store and she called me back saying they had BR chicks that were 2 days old. I said, well we better get 2 then. She came home with 3. I set the brooder back up in the garage, the heat lamp is shining on a stuffed couger that they never seem to cuddle with. Lots of cheep-cheep-cheeping going on though. They're still very wobbly on their tiny tiny little legs.
My but how big the grown up BRs are now though. None of mine appear to have inherited the quantity of DIVA that Barbara has though. They are funny boogers though.
I think they get the Diva act in gear just about the time they start to lay. I am sure yours will do something wierd, same as Barbara, it will just have to be a surprise!