Granted, even if we do have the smartest chickens ever, they still aren’t all that bright. Harvardchicks is, perhaps, a misnomer. Although, Hubby and I could make a donation to the college and get them in that way…oh, wait. We don’t have that kind of money.
Moving on. Why are the chickens the smartest ever? We had been told that we would have to train them to go into the coop (from the fenced-in run) at night. Tonight, we went out to do that (meaning we went out after dark prepared to herd them into the coop) and the three of them were already stacked their chicken pile in the coop. Chicken rockstars.
That they were out in the run all alone leads us to the question: how? Well, another rockstar (Hubby) finished the chicken fencing this weekend. I need to finish putting rock around the perimeter to prevent break-ins, and it will be totally finished. But in the meantime, Hubby’s excellent prison-like design ensures no chicken breakouts; thus, the girls can be out alone during the day. Sweet freedom!
They are getting hefty, especially Dixie. She’s particularly large after I pick her up, hold her for a bit and then put her back with her friends. She puffs her feathers and struts about indignantly, preening herself to remove the human filth from her feathers. She’s also getting bolder; she doesn’t run away from Beanie the dog anymore. Instead, she pecks Beanie’s nose/tongue/paws until she retreats a bit. Sassy chicken…which reminds me, I should write a post about each of the girl’s personality, or chickenality. It’s interesting (to me) how they differ one from another.
So writing about chickenalities. It’s on the to-do list. Right after pass Chemistry this summer session and birth a baby.
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