That's amazing Dan! You are the Guinea Whisperer!

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That's amazing Dan! You are the Guinea Whisperer!
I am attempting a new coop myself. The dogs stay at my house and I was using the coop behind my mother's house and something killed them all but my little Ruby. The poor girl was frozen in shock for a good 2 hours and for weeks I couldn't leave her sight or she flipped out. Has anyone ever had to set up a perch in their bedroom? She actually had to sleep with me (in my bed) for a few nights, she wasn't having a thing to do with the perch. I have earned the title crazy chicken lady!!!
There's nothing wrong with eating duck... just not mine, especially my Calls!
I haven't even really worked with them in like 5 weeks, not since the red rangers moved out of the barn and I stopped catching them everyday.
I struggle sharing my bed with my girls when they come in in the middle of the night. Something about little toes hitting me in painful locations. No way I'd share with a chicken.
Calls wouldn't be either effort!
Are the free ranging?
There's possibly nothing wrong with eating duck, but not mine either...or any others kept as pets.
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I am attempting a new coop myself. The dogs stay at my house and I was using the coop behind my mother's house and something killed them all but my little Ruby. The poor girl was frozen in shock for a good 2 hours and for weeks I couldn't leave her sight or she flipped out. Has anyone ever had to set up a perch in their bedroom? She actually had to sleep with me (in my bed) for a few nights, she wasn't having a thing to do with the perch. I have earned the title crazy chicken lady!!!
you must not have dogs either. Dudley knows exactly where to kick/step!
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You're still not as crazy as me... I sleep with a duck...![]()
Not yet...we have a miserable cat. She's allowed at my feet.
Which reminds me, the other day, I was getting ready to get in the shower, and was sitting for a moment before hand. That stupid animal jumped onto the back of the toilet onto the toilet paper rolls that were sitting there, then slid down and grabbed the first thing she found purchase in, my rosie cheeks. My wife could not help extract her claws from the small of my back on account of almost dying laughing. And she wonders why I hate that cat.
I think you spelled that wrong....