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Saw the funniest thing tonight when I was out locking up the coops for the night. I spent two days trying to get my last Welly roo, Doc and my Amish whatever cross roo, Zilla to work together with the big hens. Didn't work. Zilla thinks he should be in charge and Doc should be dead and Doc thinks he should be in charge, well you get the pic. Doc is beat up...again, so I took Zilla out of the standard bird coop and put him back in the bantam pen.He gets along pretty well with the little roosters but absence does not make the heart grow fonder when you are a rooster no matter how big you are.and Z as I call him, has drum sticks that I can't get my hand around.

I finally caught Z and put him up on the roost bar, heard a squawk, turned around and saw one of the tiny SWD roosters who barely weighs over a pound, jump on Z's back and proceed to go at him like a woodpecker.Poor Z couldn't shake the little guy, couldn't reach him so he just ducked his head the best he could until I could rid him of the irritation he had on his back.

Not the size of the bird in the fight but the size of the fight in the bird had to be said with bantams in mind.
 
Saw the funniest thing tonight when I was out locking up the coops for the night. I spent two days trying to get my last Welly roo, Doc and my Amish whatever cross roo, Zilla to work together with the big hens. Didn't work. Zilla thinks he should be in charge and Doc should be dead and Doc thinks he should be in charge, well you get the pic. Doc is beat up...again, so I took Zilla out of the standard bird coop and put him back in the bantam pen.He gets along pretty well with the little roosters but absence does not make the heart grow fonder when you are a rooster no matter how big you are.and Z as I call him, has drum sticks that I can't get my hand around.

I finally caught Z and put him up on the roost bar, heard a squawk, turned around and saw one of the tiny SWD roosters who barely weighs over a pound, jump on Z's back and proceed to go at him like a woodpecker.Poor Z couldn't shake the little guy, couldn't reach him so he just ducked his head the best he could until I could rid him of the irritation he had on his back.

Not the size of the bird in the fight but the size of the fight in the bird had to be said with bantams in mind.
The little ones can be vicious!
 
Fishhawks attacked the Sandhill Crane family today. The parents managed to get away with one of the babies, but left the other behind. When they left, the fishhawks tried going after the main group, so the baby was fine. Dh took the baby out near one of the marshes, and turned it loose, thinking the parents would come back to find it. I DID NOT KNOW ANY OF THIS.

Later on, one of our neighbors' came to the house, and had this baby Sandhill Crane. It had wandered into their yard through the fence. They figured I might know what to do, so they brought it to me. I really didn't know what to do. The parents come through our yard every morning, so I just needed to provide for it, and keep it safe for one night. I cleaned out the large dog crate, and put it in there. Even the babies have very long beaks, so you can't just put food down in a bowl, and expect them to eat. I learned that the don't know how to eat on their own, so the parents feed them for almost 3 months, while teaching them to eat. So how do I feed, or water this little guy? Well, I learned that a tweezers, or hemostats can be used to grab a mealworm, wave it in front of it's face, and it will eat it that way. Well, I raise mealworms, I have hemostats, so I gave it a try. The little bugger ate good. When I held the dosage syringe with some water in front of it's face, it opened it's mouth for me, and I got a little bit of water into it. Many baby birds in the wild, don't really drink water, they get it from their food. I began dipping mealworms into the water, and feeding them to it. When a mealworm would drop it would try to get it, so I put a nice pile of them in front of it, waved the hemostats, and it began eating them. When it got full, I put it back into the crate.

This thing is only a couple weeks old, or so, and still covered with down. No feathers yet. While it's only going down to 68 degrees tonight, that can be quite chilly for a little one that's being kept warm at night by mom. I began doing some research into that too. Did you know that baby Sandhill Cranes, called colts, sleep on their mother's back. I had no idea. I watched a youtube video that showed the whole thing. It climbs on mama's back, and her wings are high enough on her back, that she covers the babies with them. I was thinking of making a sort of nest with a blanket, and using a heat lamp. Not too warm, but enough to knock off the night chill. I was out contemplating setting it up, when Dh hollered at me.

He was working in the garden, and the crane family was in the back neighbor's yard, by the fence. I grabbed the baby, and headed towards the fence. It was chirping away, and I was hoping the parents didn't hear their baby in distress, and attack me. There is a nice hedge that grows along that fence line, so when I got fairly close, and hadn't been attacked yet, I let the baby go. It chirped, they all responded, and the baby went through the fence, and hedge. They were all reunited.
 
I miss my big lav orpington roo. Thanks Dr Mereck...not. Lost Big Larry in the first wave.

DH got the the garden tilled today. I will be planting snap peas tomorrow.

Pups continue to be pups we introduced all 5 to Buck today. He lasted 30 sec before begging for someone to open the door and let him out of the utility room asap. Poor baby.
 

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