So in the blogger world apparently Tuesday is for random thoughts. SO here it goes.
So last spring after we bought our latest batch of chicks, we raised them indoors and then placed them outdoors with the rest of them. Let the pecking order begin!! The older ones literally peck the newer ones when ever they get to close to the old ladies. Then the line begins.
Of course the 2 left from our first batch, 'Princ
ess, and Little Red, (named after her brother who was a rooster name Big Red). Princess is the one I seem to be always rescuing and flipping tending to wounds on. I know I HATE IT!! But she loves me..(Did I just say out loud that a chicken loves me?)
Anyhoooo, there are only 7 now. We lost one due to my hound dogs curiosity a few months ago when Granny was here and relived her youth, (see post, Hound Dog Finally Succeeded)
It must have been frightening for the rest of the chicks to see their sister get mauled and pulled by her neck through the chicken wire by Abigail, (Am being to random at this point?)
Every morning when I release the chickens from their camper shell...(Another random thought, we use a camper shell as a hen house...HOLLYWOOD PEOPLE...WE MOVED FROM HOLLYWOOD A CAMPER SHELL SEEMS LIKE THE REASONABLE CHOICE FOR A CHICKEN HOUSE DON'T YA THINK? (All caps not shouting just driving the point home)
So I release them from the camper shell....they all escape and head for the water. Then there is that one red chicken, it's not Little Red, it's one from the new batch. We didn't handle the new batch as much when they were babies so they are a little sketchy. Production Red is the one I am speaking of, (that is her God given scientific name. I stopped naming them a long time ago, when Princesses's sister Jasmine , who was the first to go on my watch...see past post) SO Production Red has flipping been attacking me every morning. Literally! Now occasionally one will get mad when we take the eggs away, as they like to sit. They call them the 'sitters'. Sketchy Yellow, (another random name for one of our hens) she used to sit and I had to fight to get the eggs, but since I kept pulling her off the nest by her back feather she has since stopped.
Now it is Production Red who is giving me grief. If I wasn't wearing my rubber wellies she would for sure have drawn blood. Her body gets all big and she literally chases me out of the pen while I am trying to protect myself with the water jug I carry in every morning.
"What the hell is your problem?" I say as I'm flipping over the fence onto my back trying to get away from this crazy ass chicken...."Stop, I say trying to intimidate her with my size.." She did the same thing and puffed up the size of a Hawk and flew up onto my head!
ARE YOU FRIGGIN KIDDING RIGHT NOW?? WHERE THE HELL IS MY REALITY TV CAMERA CREW TO CATCH THIS STUFF? I SAY AS I AM NOW ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE WITH A CHICKEN ON MY HEAD AND THE I CAN HEAR THE DOG'S COLLAR JINGLING FROM THE BACK FIELD AND REALLY??? I HAVE A CHICKEN ON MY HEAD NOW?????
SO I swatted her off just before the hound came barreling up with her gorgeous howl. I checked myself for chicken poop and turned to seee where I had thrown her and there she was, literally getting 'Gang Pecked" by the rest of the girls. She ran to the other end of the pen as the hens started drinking from the water Production Red was desperately trying to get to. I can hear them now.
"How, CLUCK dare she CLUCK...try to escape with the yellow haired, CLUCK, tall, loud mouthed, CLUCK CLUCK CU... lady, CLUCK." Then it clicked! Production Red was at the bottom of the pecking order and wasn't getting any water. OOHH I FELT SO BAD FOR HER. (Not really.)
SO I went in the house and refilled my jug and went back out. There she was running up to me just as she used to. I went around the camper, and found a bowl and poured water in it and she near drank the whole thing. POOR THING! No I am not feeling sorry for a chicken. I mean if I hadn't figured it out I would have for sure have let her loose on the hound. But today.....she was spared.
How is that for random Tuesday?
3 comments:
That is a HILARIOUS story : ) Oh my gosh. Seriously. I wish a camera had captured that!
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hen pecked, its true they totally do this, i grew up with chickens in the yard. coups are just like elementary school playgrounds... its just terrible.
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hows that for random..
I was going to say it sounds like high school~! Nature is one mean teacher sometimes. I am glad you figured it out. I wish someone would come and figure out why my fat weiner dog barks and barks and barks. He is deaf and I think he knows it drives me nuts and he doesn't have to listen to himself, so off he goes. But there is no one around for me to feed him to. Except for the occasional mountain lion, but even I couldn't do that. (I think.)
I wish I could find a home with very few neighbors, too~!
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