Oh man, I’m so tired and hungry, but it’s going to be another 20 minutes before dinner is ready. That’s a good time to sit down and write a blog post, right? Pfft, coherence is overrated.
* I was winning the “chicken sleeping situation” battle, until tonight. Tonight, Dolly managed to work her way . . . → Read More: Random Monday
I know that Gayle is with me on this one, because she has been struggling for ages to get her chickens to stay in the right coop. Somehow they keep escaping. Let me tell you: it is humiliating to be outsmarted by an animal with a brain the size of a lentil.
My chickens . . . → Read More: Losing A Battle Of Wills With A Chicken
The chickens are moulting, which means that they have stopped laying eggs, and they look very shabby. I took some video today when I went out to give them some leftover rice. I love how Dolly (the black one) starts by swiftly picking out all the pieces of carrot and setting them beside the . . . → Read More: Chicken Snax
Fourth day in a row I didn’t get a picture of my completed sock before it got dark. And there is just so very much darkness at this latitude, at this time of year. It’s 6PM and the sun is almost gone.
Last night it was supposed to get down into the 30s. . . . → Read More: Why Is It Dark Already?
It’s not too hard to confuse a chicken. (After all, this is an animal with a brain the size of a lentil.) Just change something! Anything!
For example, I recently changed their ramp. From a now-mostly-rotten and utterly concave slab of particle board to a nice fresh and tidily straight length of cedar.
They . . . → Read More: How To Confuse A Chicken
Elizabeth (Hi!) and Franz (also hi!) brought up the issue of chicken costs. This seemed like a good time to post a complete breakdown. Which isn’t very hard, because Excel is my favorite thing in the whole entire world, and I have been tracking every expense from the beginning.
I also write the date . . . → Read More: The Chicken Financial Report
Everybody knows, the tallest chicken is the boss. If you’re a chicken, it’s okay to cheat and stand up on your tippy toes and stretch your neck out to make yourself look bigger. Heck, you can even gain a few inches by standing on the ramp, instead of on the ground.
As far as . . . → Read More: Harriet Makes Herself Big
Thank you, everyone, for your kind words about Ethel. I know it may seem silly to some to be sad about the passing of a chicken. But pet owners understand – a pet is a pet.
I’ve had literally dozens of pets in my life – so many, I’m not sure I could . . . → Read More: Spring Marches On
Ethel didn’t make it. I put her out in the coop overnight, since that was where she would be safest. When I went to let them out this morning, she was only barely still there. She literally died in my arms – or rather, in the crook of my left arm – as I . . . → Read More: Goodbye, Ethel
Poor Ethel. I noticed she was looking a bit poorly yesterday. But I thought maybe the other hens had been picking on her (as they do).
Today, though, it was obvious something was wrong. She could barely be moved to stir, and when she did, she waddled with a tail-down posture (called “penguin stance”) . . . → Read More: Ethel the Egg-Bound Hen