If you haven't read the Bloggess' post about
using giant metal chickens to win an argument with your husband then I suggest you do it RIGHT NOW... I'll wait.
Right, I hope that now you are laughing so hard you can't speak and feeling a lot better since my last post which was terribly depressing and yet topical.
Chickens make me
furiously happy. Our little flock are getting very adventurous and interested in their surroundings.
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| and doh-see-doh your partner |
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They run around like crinolined ladies at a yarn sale and get terribly excited when they think you have food to offer them. They also like to get into interesting looking spaces.
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| Ahhh I see your problem, it's your left manifold sprocket |
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They have also learned that we mean them no harm, and they sort of squat down when the kids go to pat them, or when I try and take their photo.
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| left a bit..right a bit.. ohhh right there |
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They tend to stick together when perambulating around the grounds, and Hakopa has no end of fun attempting to herd them in different directions.
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| Come by! Come by! Awaaaay to me! |
I think they must be happy though, as despite it being the depths of winter, and the chooks only being young ladies at the very start of their egg-laying life, they have been providing us with at least 4 eggs every day, and sometimes we get a MASSIVE egg. I do notice that Big John tends to sit down a bit more after we have had one of these.
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| Spot the double-yolker...and the mutant carrot abandoned by a small child |
I have to remember to keep the doors shut as the weather gets warmer, as the chickens cannot resist an open doorway and I have had to shoo them out of the house a couple of times already. They still come back and tap on the window though, as if to say "Your cross stitch is appalling, and your posture needs correcting"
