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A day full of chickens.
Apr. 18th, 2009 06:35 pmI put all the chickens outside today. T'Oliver's used to it, he's been going out for a few hours every day, but Tennyson, Peaches and the chick hadn't been out. My two little fledglings had also not been outside. It was motivation to clean the leaves out of the front yard so the birds could get at the bumper crop of weeds coming up.
The adults loved it, the chick mimicked its parents and scratched, ate weeds, and ran around like a little feathered psycho. My fledglings were contrary. They huddled in a corner of their cage and peeped sadly until I walked over, then they ran toward me, peeping the entire time, and tried to get out. Being a sucker, I let them out. I wound up vacuuming the yard with a baby chicken on each shoulder. They'd occasionally hop to the ground to eat a bug before hopping back up. Chickens are not creatures made of grace. They'd hop, get purchase with their feet, and scramble up my side, wings flapping the entire time, until they reached my shoulder. After I was done gathering the leaves, I sat on the ground and spent time showing them how to be chickens. They'd hesitantly scratch around, then get frightened and come run to snuggle against me. Yes, it's as cute as it sounds. For a definition of 'cute' that includes very small chickens.
I'd planned to leave them outside tonight, but the wind got cold and smelled of rain. If it'd just been the adults, it wouldn't have been so bad, but the chick is still mostly fuzzy. Speaking of, anyone want an Old English Game Bantam? Peaches hatched him, but I have no use for him. He hasn't been handled much, because he's in with Peaches and Tennyson and they go apeshit if I reach for the chick.
Speaking of apeshit chickens, my little roo attacked a stray cat that got too close to his cage and ripped its ear open. It was fleeing as I came running out the door. Tennyson looked mighty proud of himself. Goofy bird.
Tomorrow, my plan is to attack That Guy's yard with his mower. He's still in Krautland. I have still not thought of anything suitably evil to do while he's away. Le sigh.
The adults loved it, the chick mimicked its parents and scratched, ate weeds, and ran around like a little feathered psycho. My fledglings were contrary. They huddled in a corner of their cage and peeped sadly until I walked over, then they ran toward me, peeping the entire time, and tried to get out. Being a sucker, I let them out. I wound up vacuuming the yard with a baby chicken on each shoulder. They'd occasionally hop to the ground to eat a bug before hopping back up. Chickens are not creatures made of grace. They'd hop, get purchase with their feet, and scramble up my side, wings flapping the entire time, until they reached my shoulder. After I was done gathering the leaves, I sat on the ground and spent time showing them how to be chickens. They'd hesitantly scratch around, then get frightened and come run to snuggle against me. Yes, it's as cute as it sounds. For a definition of 'cute' that includes very small chickens.
I'd planned to leave them outside tonight, but the wind got cold and smelled of rain. If it'd just been the adults, it wouldn't have been so bad, but the chick is still mostly fuzzy. Speaking of, anyone want an Old English Game Bantam? Peaches hatched him, but I have no use for him. He hasn't been handled much, because he's in with Peaches and Tennyson and they go apeshit if I reach for the chick.
Speaking of apeshit chickens, my little roo attacked a stray cat that got too close to his cage and ripped its ear open. It was fleeing as I came running out the door. Tennyson looked mighty proud of himself. Goofy bird.
Tomorrow, my plan is to attack That Guy's yard with his mower. He's still in Krautland. I have still not thought of anything suitably evil to do while he's away. Le sigh.
