The girls have plenty of food and water so it’s not that. This spring’s new chicks seem to be getting along with everyone. I can’t even blame it on the weather as we’ve had a very mild summer.
I have nothing to explain why Lilly has gone big time broody on us. She now lives in the rabbit hutch and only comes out once in awhile for food and water. If I try to move her she pecks at me – that little hen really wants to be there. So as long as she is getting food, I’ll let her stay. Who am I to change anyone’s compulsive behavior?
That’s one impressive stink-eye.
And then we have this one. My chicken that likes to climb trees and which earned her the name of Hawkeye. I thought she had broken this habit, but last night I followed her across the road at dusk and sure enough, this is what I found.
That dark blob is a chicken.
Apparently she’s found a safe spot because she comes back to the coop each morning.
God speed Hawkeye, I think I’m going to start appending “Tarzan” to your name.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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