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Injun Barbara
The Chickendads went and picked up a van load of wood shavings the other day. Barbaras coop was first on the agenda to be cleaned, so the remaining Big Girls, plus the two extra Wyandotte boys went out to play. The girls were blown around in the wind a bit, but they managed to get in a good dirt bath and sunned themselves just inside the garage door where the wind wasnt so strong. Barbara stretched out on her side and enjoyed the sunshine.
Since the dog attack last week, the girls have been rather subdued, but today they acted like their old chickie selves. The Chickendads couldnt help but notice Barbaras appearance. She has only one tail feather left since the dog attack, and it sticks straight up like an Indian braves. Her bald head and blue dress complete the look. Monica has taken over diva duties until Barbara is up to par, so was quite upset that Mrs. Chickendad wanted to clean the coop at the same time Monica wanted to lay her egg. She said some very bad words to Mrs. Chickendad and pecked at her hand. Finally, she gave up and jumped down, throwing Mrs. Chickendad a very dirty look over her shoulder.
Winter returned to Michigan over the weekend. The Chickendads went to a swap meet in Imlay City and rehomed several of the Little Boys who did not have wives of their own. It was a miserable, rainy day, but other chicken people were just as crazy as the Chickendads to come out in such weather. Tarps kept the birds dry, but the Chickendads and their friend Audrey did not fare as well. Mrs. Chickendad had fixed her hair that morning and put extra hairspray on to keep it in place. After 15 minutes at the swap, she was in the restroom with her soaking head under the hand dryer. The end result was not a pretty sight.
Meanwhile, back at the coop, Barbara and the other Big Girls wandered around the coop complaining bitterly that they could not go outside. They all lined up outside the favorite nest box and laid their eggs, but there was not much else to do except eat and sleep.
There are babies awakening today from their egg sleep. So far today (Tuesday) three mille fleur cochins have hatched ahead of the pack and are peeping madly encouraging the others to wake up. The Chickendads do so enjoy watching the babies come to life. It is indeed a miracle. In only three weeks a few cells become a fully functional little creature with the behaviors of all its chicken ancestors. Proof of the existence of God, most certainly!
P.S. As proof of another miracle, the Neighbor Across the Road manned up and paid for the birds his dog destroyed. We are thankful for that, and thankful as well that it did not escalate into bad neighborhood relations.
The Chickendads went and picked up a van load of wood shavings the other day. Barbaras coop was first on the agenda to be cleaned, so the remaining Big Girls, plus the two extra Wyandotte boys went out to play. The girls were blown around in the wind a bit, but they managed to get in a good dirt bath and sunned themselves just inside the garage door where the wind wasnt so strong. Barbara stretched out on her side and enjoyed the sunshine.
Since the dog attack last week, the girls have been rather subdued, but today they acted like their old chickie selves. The Chickendads couldnt help but notice Barbaras appearance. She has only one tail feather left since the dog attack, and it sticks straight up like an Indian braves. Her bald head and blue dress complete the look. Monica has taken over diva duties until Barbara is up to par, so was quite upset that Mrs. Chickendad wanted to clean the coop at the same time Monica wanted to lay her egg. She said some very bad words to Mrs. Chickendad and pecked at her hand. Finally, she gave up and jumped down, throwing Mrs. Chickendad a very dirty look over her shoulder.
Winter returned to Michigan over the weekend. The Chickendads went to a swap meet in Imlay City and rehomed several of the Little Boys who did not have wives of their own. It was a miserable, rainy day, but other chicken people were just as crazy as the Chickendads to come out in such weather. Tarps kept the birds dry, but the Chickendads and their friend Audrey did not fare as well. Mrs. Chickendad had fixed her hair that morning and put extra hairspray on to keep it in place. After 15 minutes at the swap, she was in the restroom with her soaking head under the hand dryer. The end result was not a pretty sight.
Meanwhile, back at the coop, Barbara and the other Big Girls wandered around the coop complaining bitterly that they could not go outside. They all lined up outside the favorite nest box and laid their eggs, but there was not much else to do except eat and sleep.
There are babies awakening today from their egg sleep. So far today (Tuesday) three mille fleur cochins have hatched ahead of the pack and are peeping madly encouraging the others to wake up. The Chickendads do so enjoy watching the babies come to life. It is indeed a miracle. In only three weeks a few cells become a fully functional little creature with the behaviors of all its chicken ancestors. Proof of the existence of God, most certainly!
P.S. As proof of another miracle, the Neighbor Across the Road manned up and paid for the birds his dog destroyed. We are thankful for that, and thankful as well that it did not escalate into bad neighborhood relations.
