The chickens on the other hand, work very hard to avoid you, while trying to get close enough to check for (and steal) any food you might have. Their personalities provide endless entrainment and enjoyment.
Our most recent scare/laughing moment involved a bullet. Let me back up, the kids were given by my mum, a small Nerf gun. Early one morning, while playing with it, our oldest, L1, shot it at the house, close to the chickens. Seeing a yellow thing, a red chicken quickly made off with it. Not to be out done, Big Mama's August 2013 baby sprang into action, and stole the dart. Our Red Comet was not happy.
Not being as fast as the little Sumatra, the Red Comet, gave up pursuit. Now, the kids and I gave chase, hoping to get our bullet back and chaos ensued (yes I am in my pajamas sans my first cup of coffee):
Of course she ATE it! Were you hoping that she would be a smart little chicken, realize it was Styrofoam and not eat it? Yeah, me too. Obviously that didn't happen. So what was I to do? Google it and freak a little. A few people had similar issues but no one said what happened after.
The good news is that she is still alive, weeks later so I am thinking that one Nerf bullet will not kill a chicken. I highly doubt they should eat them regularly.
Other fantastic news here on the homestead is that Brown Mama went broody last Thursday! I have been waiting for this moment a little too much. Every time she was hanging out on the nest for more than a few minutes, I would get super excited and run into the house, grab the Maran eggs from the past few days and bring them out to the coop. I would put them in the nesting box next to her, she would scoop them under her and I would walk away ecstatic. Alas, she always would show up outside the nesting boxes shortly and not return to the next.
After the last month of this I was starting to give up hope. So Thursday when she was sitting and sitting and sitting, I was getting excited. Then she hung out all afternoon. Bummer. Come evening though, she was back on the nest! Hooray! Three days later, she is on 10 eggs.
Saturday someone must have stepped on an egg in her nest because one was crushed and egg was everywhere. I cleaned up her nesting box, and added new and fresh material, hoping it wouldn't cause her to stop sitting. Poor Brown Mama, covered in egg on her chest. This morning, when she jumped up for breakfast, I cleaned her eggs a bit and wiped her down. Everything is looking good so far. Come May 29th/30th we will see what hatches.
Here is Brown Mama's baby from last August, cooling down in the shade from the laundry on this hot spring (summer?) day.
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