wow feeling the chicken loveI am up till around three AM... most nights.... but my coop is about fifty feet from my bedroom door. And I ususally sleep with a window open.
I had Three roos at the time Waylin Willie and Bubba.... Waylin was the boss... Willie was a lookout and Bubba... well he was just special....![]()
Waylin had a foreceful crow belted them out so the whole valley could hear.... Willie Crowed but ended his crow with a softer version and dipped his head and neck down to the side.... Bubba.... Well he was just special....
In a free range flock roosters are essential as predator alarms they will give themselves up to save the flock if necessary.... and having several is a non issue because the lead roo will be the boss... I rarely had altercations with them. They were all good with the broody hens and chicks and knew better than mess with them.... Beware the ire of a hen whos chick is threatened....
One day when I was flat out with Asthma it was about 90 out with a coolish breeze so I was laying on my bed.... at the time a matress on the floor... I tend to wait till I can afford what I want. any way I was dozing off and on Greeted occasionally by a hen checking out my bedroom.....
Awwk Awk ... awk... would open my eyes and little red hen would be rubbernecking just inside the door... Awk would come the black hen... I would flip a blanket and Off the would scurry. Always gave me a chuckle and a coughing fit....
Now I have California quail here the kind with the little bobing feather ontop of their heads... I would lay and watch as they would come out of the scrub to dine on chicken feed.... They are soo much like chickens.... Only on crak.... always moving running about scratching up in Zoomy skritchies... and fussing and mumbling. But they too have a call to tell everyone where they are...
So I am laying there and I hear a Blood curtling scream and here goes Willie with Waylin in HOT persuit a few teeny feathers in his beak..... While I am laughing and coughing I heard a quail sing the most loveliest Doodle doo I had ever heard. Wait.... that wasnt a quail.... that got me out of bed....
I step to the door and there standing in the shade as usual with a Bubba look on Bubbas face was Bubba.... Totally ignoring the commotion on the other side of the yard... Waylin wasnt finished with chasing Willie..... there stood Bubba still no tail feathers like a rooster should have.... he flaps his wings and emitts the most Beautiful doodle doo... it sounded like soft bells and Quail calls... bubba had been doodle do-ing all along.... but for him it was singing...
Roosters are beautiful
deb
and I am back from the coop and installing a couple latches n such, and happy to see dotty n betty pecking round n touching the water new chicken keeper panic over at them not eating n drinking, all that reading this chicken sickness and that and mother hen worry kicks in
is there a basic sort of medicated thing the chicks need besides medicated feed
