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I let my girls out yesterday while I was raking leaves. The big girls decided to take a bath in the dry dirt up against the house. I didn't know they were there initially and found them mid-bath. I saw George next to Muffet and thought 'I didn't know I had a brown chicken...' She was completely covered in dirt because Muffet had been kicking her dirt on George constantly, so I didn't see any of her black feathers at all. It was impressive considering that George is a BSL.
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So I just accidentally scared the living daylights out of all my chickens. I took our red holiday tablecloth off the table to shake it off over the deck railing. Um, first they all came running because they knew there would be treats (crumbs) and then they all flew away in every direction as I shook it out! Apparently a red tablecloth doesn't just make bulls mad, it scatters chickens across the earth ;) Poor babies, LOL

You turned your table cloth into a flying predator. I've done something similar with sheets of plywood.
 
I let my girls out yesterday while I was raking leaves.  The big girls decided to take a bath in the dry dirt up against the house.  I didn't know they were there initially and found them mid-bath.  I saw George next to Muffet and thought 'I didn't know I had a brown chicken...'  She was completely covered in dirt because Muffet had been kicking her dirt on George constantly, so I didn't see any of her black feathers at all.  It was impressive considering that George is a BSL.  :gig


There's random piece of plywood leaning against a tree near one of the gates into the orchard; it's covered with blackberries on the lane side and against an old wire gate on the field side (don't ask me, I don't know, every piece of plywood I've ever owned is named and treated like a pet even when I'm using it to keep from falling in a gopher tunnel). The Invader Chickens have a dust bath going under there, to use when they're taking an inspection tour of the fenceline to see if there are blackberries, pineseeds, acorns, ant larvae, baby garter snakes, or other chickenish delicacies available- it's about 800 feet from their run.

It's also right under a tree with a GHO nest in the top, and on the coyote path, but I've never found feathers there.

I was going to take a photo of the Invader Chickens today; they were up scratching in the SW corner of the orchard while I was doing chores, but by the time I could leave the yard it was pouring again, and I needed lunch.
 
I just dug out all the old straw from nest boxes, repeated Eprinex, made 4 nests into 2 (removed partitions), and replaced straw with pine shavings. The entire time I worked they girls screamed at me! I even put out another next box (milk box) with bedding in it and some dummy eggs. They kept getting into it, fluffing it around a bit, and getting back out to yell at me.
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Dumb birds. Anyway, they don't know what to think of their new nest setup.

I will never use straw again, I think that was our demise for the whole mite thing. I've been spending time getting the crazy amount of straw out of the run too. I don't have a clue if I've started my composter correctly. I put in a ton of straw and poop, and some leaves from the yard, and dumped in a bucket of water, then shut the lid. I'll go turn it in 2 weeks to see what's going on. Still need to find the Sevin dust I bought last month and dust the whole coop again. Lots of work this fall!
 
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"Dicks is the place where the cool hang out, the swass like to play and the rich flaunt clout". Sir Mix-A-Lot moment there.
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We use to cruise (Baltimroe area of Md) from Ameche's to the Varsity where everybody met up on Saturday. Pulled in nose first and the "car hops" came out on rollerskates and took your order. The tray hooked over your door (with the window down) and of course everyone mingled and swapped stories about how fast their cars could go. Many a challege was given and answered and off we would go.
Later we would wind up at Anne's out on Ritchie Hyway for a steaksub or hamburger sub. They were the best and I've never found any better. The 50's was a great time to be a teenager with a set of wheels. Hot rod clubs abounded and you learned your mechanics "hands on". I have very fond memories of my teen years.
 
So I am sitting in the tractor watching momma teach the chicks and see they are eating grass. So I go get a shovel full of dry dirt for grit. Momma immediatly starts bathing in it, and it hit me, she hasn't bathed in a month. So I got the bathing tub out of the coop and put it in the tractor. She jumped in and went to town. I put the chicks in the pocket of my hoody with my hands and they went to sleep. She got a good 10 min bath.

Ahhhwww.... I'm still SOOOOO JEALOUS of you and the momma and the chicks!
 
Quote: Yep, the coop where you weigh your chickens or check your ground pressure. I've been in/every dang one in this country.
As to Greg's post, I remember each and every one of them.
McD at first it was a walk up to one window to order and pick up your food at the next, much like the drive through is now. No eat in, Dairy Queen was the same.
Those were the days, a hamburger, fries and a milk shake for .89 cents. Whatta deal.

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