Don’t you just hate it when you quick go to jump in the shower and you forget about your chicken?
This chicken (recently named Foxy) was rescued from a fox by yours truly and has been recuperating in our shower. The shower, unfortunately for the rest of my family, is my new favorite injured bird holding area.
But I digress, you don’t want to hear the details of why the chicken moved out of a dog crate into the far superior shower, you want to hear about the fox attack. Right?
The moment the fox attacked is exactly why I acquired geese and they finally had their opportunity to shine and show off their watch-goose capabilities. Which they mostly did! The two of them set off an unholy racket, were joined by the ducks’ alarming quacks and then the rooster’s panic call. By the time I got to the gate and into the orchard, chickens were squirting out from under apple trees in every direction, the ducks were huddled and quacking and the gander was begging me to open the gate and let him into the yard where it was safe. Apparently, while he’s very good a sounding an alarm, he’s not actually very brave.
Running upstream through fleeing poultry I found a fox with one of my chickens in it’s mouth. I was able to convince the fox to drop my chicken and leave but it took a considerable amount more yelling and running and arm waving and clapping on my part than I felt it should have. Cheeky little bugger just looked at me, dropped the chicken, bounded off, then came right back and grabbed her again before finally dropping the bird and leaving for good. Apparently I need to work on my “I’m big and scary let go of my chicken!” look.
But, despite a complete lack of tail, and some nasty puncture wounds, Foxy The Chicken is doing well (Due in large part to the help of a friend who watched her when I left on vacation the next day) and is just about ready to rejoin the rest of the flock.
I’ll miss her friendly chatter as she roams the bathroom while I shower but I gotta tell ya, chicken feed (and other matter) really scatters when it hits a tile floor!
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
I’ve been working hard getting all my ducks in a row, I was doing pretty well and then more showed up! The extra bills to organize might have panicked me but they were really far too cute to do anything but squeal over.
Fortunately for me and John, who not only was the one home when they hatched and who also squeals significantly less over young poultry than I do, Mama Duck is doing a very nice job of keeping her ducklings in line without much help from anyone!
I’m getting all my ducks in a row.*
In the upstairs of the garage I’ve got a single duckling (and the four impulse-buy chicks) – except for nice days when I put them outside.
There are 10 ducks and the two geese locked up in their brand new (Thank you Dad!!!) coop for the next few days until they learn to call it home. I think it’s going well but it’s hard to say. Every time I open the door to check on them chickens try to jump in and I have to go get them back out without letting the ducks and geese out. This upsets everyone.
The remaining five ducks are all sitting on eggs in what is now once again the brooder house. And now that the other ducks and geese are out of the way, I’ve been able to close their small fenced-in yard so that the chickens stop dumping eggs in their nests.
The chickens are, of course, everywhere.
At least they all know how to go back to the proper coop at night. Well, except for the one that’s been sitting on eggs next to the house…
Yes, I’m getting my ducks all in a row, the chickens however refuse to line up properly.**
** Ok fine, figuratively too.
There are a slew of logical reasons why having animals is a pain in the behind and no sane person should ever want to keep a menagerie like we have.
But yesterday I got to wake Clara and Jane up by introducing them to a baby duck that hatched overnight.
And then today, my birthday, another hatched.
Logic and sanity be dammed…
…raising animals is the best!
I’m fairly convinced that most projects can be accomplished with nothing but the cunning use of zip ties.
This line of zip ties is, cunningly, attaching panels of light weight, small holed fencing over the top of the hog panels that my dad used to make my new, fantastic mobile duck and goose house.
The double layer of wire will be strong and has small enough openings to keep, as my husband calls them, rotten ____ ____ ____ raccoons, from getting in. (Fill in the blanks as you please, but if it’s a word that’s complimentary or something you could say in front of a 3-year old, it’s probably not the word that goes there.)
Just a few more finishing touches (insulation and a tarp over the top) and we will be ready to move the birds in!
…And this completes my month of photo blogging through the alphabet!
(The goose just makes the picture more interesting.)
I am photo blogging through the alphabet this month with…