Don't worry y'all! Still posting! I've been avoiding the pictures because I really, really hate the file submission on this site. Therefore! I am making an instagram dedicated to capturing my sweetlings! See the girls on @breakfastpoopers !
Yesterday it was barely fifty degrees with crazy, freezing winds. Nonetheless, the girls got shy of two hours worth of coop time before mommy got too nervous and shoved them all in her shirt for a nice warm cuddle and a heater-free day in the garage. Feeling like a horrible chicken mom, I took Goose inside for a couple hours of television watching, though she slept through most of it. I learned that Goose is incredibly similar to Chickie, in that she never wants to be caught but also never wants to stop being snuggled. The only difference is, Goose will run up to me any time I say the magic, treat bearing words-- "Hey pretty girls!" No matter how many times I've duped her. Chickie, on the other hand, waits until there's a squabble or a food chase before swooping in, pecking mommy's hand as hard as she possibly can, snatching a worm and sprinting to the far corner of the brooder in the hopes of creating a food run.
Today is a toasty 64 degrees with some wonderful sun and light breeze! So naturally, mommy cruelly snatched all the protesting babies from their brooder and threw them in the coop like the evil giant thing she is! As always, they love it out here. They immediately started gobbling up tidbits, making their first dust bath divots, and laying on their sides to soak up the warm sun on their tummies, trilling all the while. When grandma came outside to watch them, she was worried there was something wrong. After all, it's not every day you see a bird sprawled on the ground with its legs up, tummy exposed, and wings spread, despite the drooling dog pacing around their coop. As always, Cheryl decided it would be a grand idea to charge at Chickie. It would seem Cheryl rather enjoys drama. She's built like a Serama, that one. Big squirrel tail held high, tiny body and wings too big for her own good. She's also developing a cute little hairdo, though not nearly as epic as Clementine's. Cheryl's certainly not the boss of anyone, but she's not about to be placed in the order without a fight. As per usual, Chickie's right hand man Princess decided to challenge the dog. While Chickie sees no threat from him (and thus, the fraggles collectively could care less how much he drools at them), Princess has made it her mission to dominate him. She pecks his nose, and stares him down any second he passes an eye her way. I'm sure once she's bigger than two gulps for him, they'll have a squabble. In the meantime, it always makes me laugh to see Princess put on her tough guy stance against our sweet, clueless pupper.