I couldn’t stand to see her picked on, by chicks half her age! No respect.
She’s so meek and mild. I had a moment I wasn’t completely sure I’d grabbed the right hen, but I knew as soon as I put her in the box and she settled in for the long term, that it was definitely her. She’s perfectly content with minimal living. Just eats and naps, eats and naps. Looks over the edge with her telescope neck when she’s hungry. Hey, I’m out of food here. HW is at her beck and call.
I think if I can get her to broody, she’ll get all fierce as soon as she has some chicks. Too mild for her own good now.
We’re having a bit of a wind these days. It’s all we’re getting from the giant storm swirling off shore on the Atlantic. No rain or snow, just wind. I don’t like wind. I don’t like getting pushed and slapped around by it. It’s tiring.
The wind wreaks havoc with my chicken yard fence, so I didn’t let the birds out, deliberately. But naturally the door blew open while I was in the GH, so they all went pouring out and I had to patch up the fence for a bit. They don’t like wind either, though. It blows their feathers the wrong way. They quickly retreated.House chicken (who needs a name) is still keeping such a low profile that no one has been talking about when she’s going to go back to the flock. Every day she hops out of her box and hangs out for awhile “in her yard” (on the sheet of newspaper in front of her box). She eats and naps and does a lot of grooming. She does less sleeping now and more grooming than when she first got imported. She’s also turned into a real turd machine, which I suppose is healthy. Means she’s eating more, maybe growing. I figured she would let us know when she’s finished living in a box, by getting restless. But she’s the opposite. Just incredibly mild and quiet, so we mostly forget she’s even in here. So different. I can just imagine any other chicken in a cardboard box for five minutes…
I heard some scuffling, then HW blandly said “I think she’s ready to be out of the box.”He’d taken the netting off of her so she could stretch her neck up without restriction. I thought this very promising, a signal that I could return her to the flock, if she was feeling spunky.She perched on the side of the box for a good twenty minutes. Not too terribly spunky.I resumed my business. I heard another scuffle, then silence, and I forgot about it.
She had jumped down, and was standing on the floor. I gave her a local newspaper.We visited. I kept doing my thing. She walked around a little bit, then settled in on her newspaper. I felt she didn’t need any monitoring, and left her to it. Not long later, I heard a third scuffle and checked. She’d just hopped back into her box (where she settled down for a little nap and stayed, without confinement or supervision, the rest of the day).
Funny bird. Her whole foray out of the box was about a half hour long.
The celery is up. It’s been showing little greenish threads for a couple of days, but today they stood up and unfolded their first “leaves” (cotyledons).
Naturally, they did not come up evenly distributed in the cells. They never do. Onions are showing too. I love the way onions grow, folded back on themselves, and the fold emerging first. It’s like, if a person was trying to dig themselves out of the ground they’d reach a hand out first (at least, that’s the impression I get from graveyard movie scenes). Most plants do that, with their paired cotyledons.
Not onions. They would stick an elbow out first, as far as possible, and then, like an afterthought, unbend the arm.
Box chicken is going strong and seeming to adapt happily to pet chicken status. She eats more every day but is not restless. She sticks her neck out long and cocks her head to watch us through her screen with one eye, and we do the same (but with two eyes) and baby talk inane crap to her. Are you eating? That’s so good! Are you a hungry chicken? It’s embarrassing. And very funny when HW does it in falsetto. Oh, you’re drinking? Look at you drinking! You’re just a little chicken! She’s going to have a lot to tell her friends when she goes back out to the flock. Updates on the supposed intelligence of the unwinged ones.
Yang is quartered in the house again. I brought her in yesterday when I saw her hunched up and not eating breakfast. I don’t know why, but she’s underweight and seems listless, compared to her sibling Yin, so she’s in rehabilitative care.
She’s into it. She likes cuddling,and seems to eat pretty well, if timidly, on her own.
I gave her a roomier box today, with a decent view of the room. First she went to the very back and made herself a nest, but then she edged up to within extended-neck’s reach of water and snacks and settled in there. She goes back to the back if I make loud noises.
I can’t figure out if she’s exceptionally meek, or if she’s ill, because a chicken usually has much more energy than this. Ie., they’re usually ready to tear a box apart, upset their water dish, and let you know, very loudly, that they do not thrive in captivity. But for now, she’s been admitted to the box and the all-you-can-eat buffet for observation.
I brought a hay bale for the pigs, now the nights are getting colder. I’m confident that they’ll make their own bed out of it. They were quite excited with the novelty, and as usual What are you doing in our house?Pancakes getting high centered on the bale was especially funny.
On the way to Pigland…
I thought I’d get a quick pic of the barrow and bale, fall leaves everywhere, maybe it might turn out the way it actually looked, but there was a sudden ambush:
The chickens, as usual, are all up in your business, no matter what it is.
HW busted three of them in the house! Which I really wish I’d seen. The screen door was snapped ajar, and two chickens were (reportedly), inside rummaging in the pile of beans I have out on newspaper on the floor drying, the third was posted lookout in the bootka. Oh shit, there he is! Quick, grab all the beans you can!