You guys need to check out this thread - Decisions, Decisions
ps. I really need to stop telling my secrets.....
ps. I really need to stop telling my secrets.....

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Hello mind if I pull up a chair & sit a spell. Sounds like many of you live like we do, a little differently. My husband has been in a wheelchair for 40 yrs so nothing is normal in our house. We have 5 dogs , 4 cats, 23 chickens & 5 alpacas. Our daughter, son-in-law & 2 grand sons live with us. Guess you could say its one big party.
Hello mind if I pull up a chair & sit a spell. Sounds like many of you live like we do, a little differently. My husband has been in a wheelchair for 40 yrs so nothing is normal in our house. We have 5 dogs , 4 cats, 23 chickens & 5 alpacas. Our daughter, son-in-law & 2 grand sons live with us. Guess you could say its one big party.
Welcome, have some blueberry lemonade and relax for a bit. Who needs normal?![]()
Welcome Aussiegal! You have quite the menagerie. Got kangaroos? They look so cool, but I bet they wreck havoc on a garden!Hello mind if I pull up a chair & sit a spell. Sounds like many of you live like we do, a little differently. My husband has been in a wheelchair for 40 yrs so nothing is normal in our house. We have 5 dogs , 4 cats, 23 chickens & 5 alpacas. Our daughter, son-in-law & 2 grand sons live with us. Guess you could say its one big party.
As previously stated, mine is a repurposed horse stall in an OLD barn. There is no floor, only dirt under the stalls. I put 1/2" hardware cloth over the floor and a foot up the walls under the horse mats when I saw an ermine by the house. I couldn't do the 'bury it out 18" to prevent digging' thing. I tried in the stall next to the one I converted and in the alley in front of the "now a coop" but the mice and voles have tunnels all over the place and they don't start digging near the wall. Their tunnels are easy enough for an ermine to follow even if it means a little digging on its own.
If I had an "external stand alone house" that was not big enough for me to walk into, I think I would place priority on having it high enough for the birds to use the space under the coop AND at a height where things in the coop would be easy for me to reach for daily maintenance, etc. My preference would always be something big enough for people to go in, then it would be ground level with proper predator barriers.
No, future biologist, zoologist, scientist.![]()
Bruce
Normal is just a setting on the washer.Welcome, have some blueberry lemonade and relax for a bit. Who needs normal?![]()
Ditto.Recipe please?![]()
Yeah, I figured that upsetting the established balance out there would result in pecking order chaos. I just didn't expect so much of it. Wonder about chicken sense sometimes. It's not like I changed the number of girls, but they are sure going at each other. Not as bad today, but I'm sitting here in the kitchen and I can hear them outside. I'll get some shots of Daphne in a little bit. It would be nice to know.Blooie, all of those are classic signs of the pecking order being sorted out, ALL OVER AGAIN!
And you may be right, you may have a Daniel on your hands!
Pictures would help us figure it out for you......
Yesterday was mayhem at Oleo Acres. Floyd and Charlie were busy with their crowing contest starting at 4:30 in the morning. After sunrise they spent the better part of the morning harassing the girls and making them scream - and still they crowed on. After they checked into their room at Freezer Camp I thought it would get quieter. I was wrong. <sigh> The remaining chickens spent the rest of the day picking on each other, screaming and clucking at full volume. Speckles, the reprieved rooster, stood around looking stupid. "Duh, where'd everybody go? Whatdo I do? Whose in charge now? Wha, wait a minute, ME?" Tossed into the mix early in the day was the loudest "egg song" in poultry history!
When we let them out last evening they spent more time quibbling than foraging. We were stunned that the biggest instigator was Daphne, the gentle little Easter Egger. She usually hung off on the sidelines, finding bugs and clover and generally minding her own business. Not last night! She was in everyone's face, flaring her hackles and flying at them with her feet extended. I took a better look at her this morning. She's always been the easy one to overlook in the flock because she was so unassuming. Hark, are those pointed feathers on her neck or does the penciling just make it seem that way? Um, is her comb looking redder and different from the other EEs? Could Daphne be a Daniel? Say it ain't so!!
It's so hard to tell when you're new to this chicken stuff. I have 5 Wyandottes that look so much alike we just call them "The Quints." I think they're all girls. I think. Three Buff Orpingtons. I think they're all girls. I think. Two Cuckoo Marans. I think they're both girls. I think. Five Easter Eggers. I thought they were all girls. I thought - Daphne might be the odd one out. Two Speckled Sussex. One's definately a boy, the other definitely a girl. And three Red Sex links, all girls obviously. You'd think by 18 weeks it would be easy to spot the roosters. You'd think.
This morning was also the first time Speckles has crowed - more or less. It was a pathetic attempt, but he crowed. Maybe he finally figured out that he was now the only identifiable rooster in the group and he'd better start acting like it. And I didn't even have to go out to the coop to know that Ida had laid an egg. I could hear her over the dishwasher, for crying out loud! I'm so glad that the others don't join in like some of yours do. I'd be deaf in the other ear!
I hope today will be a quieter day at Oleo Acres. I hope.