Saturday, August 4, 2012

Clucking Around



The weather was wonderfully cool today for the first time in a few weeks and I jumped on the opportunity to get things done around the house.

I did:
1. touch-up paint on the coop
2. installed our new "poop board" (a tray that sits underneath the coop's perch to collect chicken poo which keeps the general insides of the coop cleaner and easier to maintain)



3. mucked out the old shavings which I added to our compost pile and then added fresh pine shavings sprinkled with Diatomaceous Earth (the old shavings weren't really that dirty but with the poop board in, I wanted to start fresh and witness the effectiveness of the tray)
4. raked the dirt in the run, put that pile of chicken waste in the compost, and sprinkled down DE in anticipation of getting a few truckloads of sand tomorrow for the run floor.
5. mowed the lawn- the chickens, who were free ranging, loved the fresh cut grass and plethora of bugs that jumped around because of it. They were running to and fro, chasing the grasshoppers and such down.
6. washed the laundry and hung it all out to dry on the line. Love that smell.
7. went to water the tomatoes, peppers, and herbs I planted around the outside of the run...then gave up because the chickens had plucked every single baby bud off the plants. Oh well, at least they enjoyed themselves. Now I know when time to plant my big garden next year to put a nice high fence around it!

 Mmmm freshly mowed grass and hopping bugs!


I had a great time watching the chickens swagger around the yard, clearly very happy with their ability to roam wherever they wish. I let them out of their run whenever I wake in the morning and let them range all day. They stay in our yard without any issues. Well...except one.

Last week a hawk came to visit us. There are three in the neighborhood that don't live to far away.  One swooped onto a telephone post and took a look-see at the chickens. I stood there all "Protective Mama" with my hands on my hips and giving it my best stink eye, just daring the bird to come any closer. The chickens sensed the hawk as its shadow swooped overhead and they ran immediately to the cover of the grape vines. The hawk stood there gawking for a minute or two then must have thought better of it and flew away. That or he decided to wait until the flock wasn't so heavily guarded. I have now placed my pink Daisy BB gun at the back door for quick access if the need arises. Which I hope it doesn't. I don't want to have to spank a BB in a hawk-butt to have it learn a lesson or two but a Momma Hen has gotta do what a Momma Hen has gotta do. I have also allowed Argos to mingle with the birds more while watching him very closely. He is getting better with them every day. Today, he was very much a sheepdog to the flock of girls.

Just today, the girls learned to jump and perch on the very top of the heap of vines. They squatted down and got cozy as if they were sitting in a nest just for them. So much for us human-folk getting any grapes...


Lucy- shimmering blue-green feather tips against her black


Ellie Mae (the heavyweight of the flock) and Buffy



The Two Silkies: Is one a Roo??

 Anges- the round butterball, smokey blue-gray feathers, less pronounced (colorful) comb




 Penny- brighter blue earlobes, ring of brown around neck and copper colored feathers, much brighter maroon comb than Agnes.  When they square off, Agnes is usually the first to pounce, but she gives up and gets bored quicker. Penny is usually left staring her down as Agnes turns her butt toward Penny and walks away.




 Protecting the flock

 Tallula

Martha- by far the most friendly and winner of Miss Personality Award


 Slowly working their way back to the coop for last minute grain snack before bedtime. They put themselves to bed without any help from me (except for my small part of closing the main run door and securing the latch. I leave the pop door open for them to let themselves out to breakfast in the morning). 

Almost 2000 and time for bed. They take at least half an hour to jostle around for the the best perch position before snuggling down and trilling soft happy sleepy notes.

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