It is Monday, Mrs. Chickendad has completed her nervous breakdown, and is back on track. The treatment was spending Sunday afternoon in bed with the electric blanket on high, the remote in one hand and a batch of homemade fudge in the other.
Chickendad left the chicken chores to her this morning, so (not so) bright and early, Mrs. Chickendad ventured forth with treats and fresh water. The first stop was the Sussex pen, where the rooster eyed her suspiciously until she showed him the warm oatmeal and milk. He immediately called his three ladies over to impress them with what he had brought them. Mrs. Chickendad next visited the Bantam Rocks and Max the New Rooster, who is still on probation and hollering about it all day.
Out in the Cochin Coop, the Little Girls crowded around the pan of warm gruel and excitedly gobbled it up. Four of the Little Cochin Girls were firmly ensconced in the nest boxes, being Cranky Broody. Two of them were arguing over one box, and another Little Girl was waiting to lay her egg there, too. The empty boxes had no appeal for them. It must be like kids, they always want the other ones toy.
There was a lot of growling and screeching from the Little Broody Girls and they puffed up and acted fierce to defend their eggs. They looked about as threatening as kittens. Mrs. Chickendad did not bother them but noted that she would have to visit the Cochins with a sharp pair of scissors to remove their panties. Otherwise, motherhood was going to be a "long shot" (you should pardon the expression. . .)
Mrs. Chickendad went in the Honeymoon Hotel to warn the young Wyandotte Ladies that their husbands would soon arrive. She also decided to try to remove Leroys spurs so he could rest sitting on his feet. (There is a good You-Tube video on removing the spur cap with pliers.) It proved to be easy and seemingly painless, as Leroy did not object at all. Perhaps it will increase his romantic chances with Barbara.
She next went to check on the Big Chickie Girls and kidnap two of the Wyandotte boys for husbands. She put Willie, the lovely big dark blue laced red in with the splash laced girls. They squawked and flapped and declared they were not that kind of girls, but soon Willies dashing good looks won them over. They sat in the corner and tittered to each other about him. Here is a picture of Willie the Chick Magnet last summer when he himself was a chick:
The girls in the adjacent pen were the dark blue laced girls, Wanda and Winona. Their husband was a young fellow who hasnt told the Chickendads his name yet, but is equally as handsome as Willie. He was a rich mahogany red with clear redhackles and blue lacing all over his manly broad chest. Wanda and Winona had been around the block before, so they were not quite so shocked to have a new husband. So hopefully there will be some little BLRW babies next monthespecially since that is the way of roosters.. . .
Barbara was spending her time with her girlfriends. Poor Roastmary is just starting to grow in some pinfeathers and so looks like a cross between a chicken and a hedgehog. Barbara has a few pinfeathers coming in on her back, but not enough to do any good. All of the Big Girls spent the day scratching sunflower seeds out of the bedding, snacking and sitting together in a row on the roost looking like a sleepy choir in unmatched tattered robes.
I have just discovered Barbara! Only read the first 20 pages but I will be back to read more soon. I love her already and cannot wait to read more.Thankyou for the laughs and mind pictures. Wonderful.