Got some new additions to the Poultry Palace last night. A few retiring Barred Rocks and one Ameracauna (I’m running a chicken rest home after all). They went in the coop after dark in the evening and came toddling out this morning, curious and tentative.
The guineas were hilarious, peeking from behind hay bales and furtively scuttling behind to circle the new bird(s) and examine them from all angles.
The big surprise was Phillippe Petit, immediately fixing on pretty Puffcheeks (the brown bearded lady on the right), and then clearly deciding that these new girls were his to look after.
In the morning, the new girls were all most comfortable in the corner behind the hay bales.
Philippe has never felt so important, and is clearly coming down off his tightrope and roostering up to taking on some responsibility. She looks like she’s about to adjust his feathers for him (the equivalent of brushing some lint off his lapel). Here comes Stew, sniffing around. Cue the battles.
Now that Jack is gone, the three young Chanticleer (full size) roosters are sorting themselves out, and HW reported Petit and Stew were Thunderdoming it in the afternoon. Bloody combs all around. A shock, because Philippe has never engaged another roo, and all of a sudden, he’s in the ring? He’s taking this seriously.
Also, last night while I was inciting drama anyway by adding hens, I elevated two roosters from the frat house to the big coops, where I want them to integrate and take charge of some hens. I put Toffee in with the new hens and Brahmas, and Petit in with the Colonel and layers, because that was how I thought they would work out. They usually turn out to have other ideas. HW found Toffee back in the boys dorm and Petit posted outside the new girls coop (of course). He’s committed. He saw them go in there.