Hmmm I thought I planted some leeks there…
So I walked into the vegetable garden – or should I say chook garden? – and we were having some serious sun after days and nights of rain.
And I saw a bunch of feathers where I thought I’d planted leeks.
The girls were having a communal bath like in Japan but without the water. Does this reveal their desert origins?
I find it fascinating how they always huddle together – safety in numbers but I don’t think I am cut out to be a chicken.
I am writing this at night – insomnia – and I don’t mind my cat Wilma sitting next to me on the couch and requiring when are we going to be joining snoring Wim again? But to have two humans around me all the time would just make life a bit too claustrophobic for moi…
Is everything about safety for chooks? Out there in the desert you’d have to have eyes in the back of your head so I guess it makes sense!
Some thoughts I’m having:
- I really need to fence off one of the raised beds off if we ever want to eat a leek or any kind of vegetable again
- Who takes the lead in creating a dust bath and will they leave it at one? Or do they create them all over the place…
- They look pretty happy!
Girls just wanna have fun!
We love our life!
Leaving for work in the dark and returning at near dark, I was worried the girlies weren’t getting enough free-ranging time. Last week they went to roost at 7.15 at night. Now the clock’s gone back an hour they were inside by the time I had opened the door of the run to let them out.
I didn’t dare leave the run door open when it was still dark but you know what? I started thinking about their predators and dogs can’t come in so that leaves cats and I just gathered they’re big enough now. So I just open the run and leave them to wake up to a free-ranging paradise!
But I still didn’t know how they were getting on in the rain. It’s been raining for days now off and on but mostly on. So this morning after I came back from my swim I had a look. Polly was just walking around as queen of her estate and came to greet me when I came through the gate.
The inseparable Molly and Dolly were in their tent run actually eating from the chooketeria. So they can use it!
And then even they went for a walk in the rain so all good with the Ollys!
I was doing a little research for a story I need to write and bumped into this ad, maybe you know it, maybe you don’t but I found it interesting to learn how chickens don’t move their heads. And this kind of proves the point (not so sure about the follow up mercedes versus jaguar though…)
After coming home at 11am I found chooks inside the coop as no shade from trees so need to get a shadecloth as top priority. Luckily I had a tarpaulin so I threw it over their run and now 4pm looking pretty cosy as it started to rain here just now…