Monday, 31 August 2015
I am so lucky.
today it was drizzling so I wore a padded coat.
I didn't put keys in my pocket.
Nor my phone.
I put my bag of stuff in the shed rather than on the ground.
The chickens were eager to get out an eat grass rather than hanging around me to see what I was doing.
It had been raining a lot, so the ground was soft.
I wasn't using a chainsaw.
The ladder wasn't so lucky.
Friday, 28 August 2015
As soon as we suspected he might be a boy, I had started to look for a possible new home for him. The other alternatives were to take him to the allotment and put him with the rest of the dinner birds, where he would be seen as a new invader and bue bullied by all of them for the rest of their lives, or to dead him.
I would not, under any circumstances, offer him on selling pages as "free to good home". If I did, he'd most likely either end up in the pot or, more likely, he would be collected up by a perfectly respectable looking person but would actually be used as training fodder in illegal cock fighting. It's a horrible world sometimes.
I had found 4 places (not counting rescue places) that looked like they might take him, with the intention of keeping him. . The nearest was an hour and a half away, the others were two to three hours away.
When we had irrefutable evidence that he was, indeed, a h - he was standing on the back of the bench, crowing his lungs out - I contacted the first person on my list. The lady I spoke to sounded OK. We chatted. I then had an unplanned trip to Devon come up, and I realised that I could deliver him en route. We messaged, and it was all set up.
So today I caught Sasha and popped him into a cat carrier, along with some icenerg lettuce. I put his suitcase in the boot, and set off. He was quiet and calm for most of the journey, but he did get a bit chatty tomwards the end. I gave him a few mealworms every 10 minutes for the last half hour.
Elaine was lovely. We met at her brother's house. We chatted about hens in general, smallholdings, mealworms, Sasha's circumstances. I swapped him into the dog crate she had ready, I gave her the contents of the suitcase - pellets, so that he could transition to whatever she fed; more lettuce for the journey ; a peckablock for the journey;, and a small pot of mealworms. We continued to chat, talking about araucanas and what she had planned for him.
And then he escaped.
We hadnt realised that the dog crate was upside down, and the bars that are meant to be on the bottom are actually wider spaced than the rest. He managed to squeexe through and ran down the lane.
I grabbed the mealworms and walked after him, throwing a couple to get his attention. He stopped, ate one, and eyed up a field through a fence.
I told myself that, if it ended this way, he'd still had a good life.
I flopped to my knees, and threw some more mealworms. I held one in my fingers and he stretched to eat it. I shuffed forward on my knees, and put some more mealworms down, making sure both my hands were in front of me.
I put the pot down, and waited, still with my arms in front. He shuffled forward, darted for the pot, and grabbed a mealworm. I waited. He came forward again and started to eat a few more; I moved my hand and manged to get his back firmly enough that he couldn't run away.
I picked him up, gave him some mealworms, and popped him back in the righted crate.
He's going to have a harem of 6 leghorns. The female offspring will lay blue eggs, and will lay more eggs than an araucana would.
He's a very lucky boy.
Tuesday, 25 August 2015
Tuesday, 18 August 2015
|Showing their good side|
Friday, 7 August 2015
Wednesday, 5 August 2015
Not that I'm grasping at straws or anything, but I did say out loud that maybe the cockadiddling was a girly cockadiddling...like Gloria sometimes makes. And Roobarb used to make.
I know full well it isn't that sort of cockadiddling, but I can live in hope.
Tuesday, 4 August 2015
"I rhink i might be the Aruacana", said DH, "Ir's very upright".
I had wondered that myself, but when I;ve seen pics of female araucanas, that's how they look. Very upright birds. And this one looks very different to the other one, who is definitely a boy and is now an evacuee at the allotment. (It is a boy, isn't it? It definitely looked more like a boy, even more upright... oh gosh, this could get messy).
This morning I was making the tea, and the kazooing started. I watched. Was that the Araucana I saw with it's head up? Of course s/he didn't do it again while I was watching. I took the tea upstairs.
"I think it's the Aruacana" said DH "I'm not sure, but it looked like the Araucana was crowing".
We took turns to watch the birds for a while, but of course no kazooing occurred.
I realised that we need to be watching the Appenzeller. If we can see that the appenzeller isn't crowing when the kazooing occurs, we'll know for sure. In fact, it's the only way (unless we're right by the crowing bird when it happens).
My lovely fluffy grey monster.
I have to confess though that, if it has to be one of them, I'd rather it was the araucana.
Monday, 3 August 2015
Sunday, 2 August 2015
Sasha (Araucana) and Larna (Appenzeller) had no problems going upstairs to bed. The coop might be in a different place, but it was their Cube. and they knew exactly where Bed was.
Fleur (Marans) and Fay (Fayoumi) faffed about, unsure of where to go.
Larna and Sasha came downstairs, ran around, and went upstaurs again, presumably showing the other two how to do it.
Eventually, Fleur climbed up the ladder - actually their ladder from the Go - and went back down a few times. Fay flew up on to the Grandpa Feeder and settled down.
There was a lot of to-ing anf fro-ing. Eventually, Fay and Fleur sat on the top step. They weren't (as far as I can tell) being prevented from going in.
I went to the Allotment to check on the Evacuees.
They were all safely away. The melon had been demolished, right down to the skin.
I checked on Everyone Else while I was there. We'd put an extra perch in Henry's shed coop, and I was pleased to see that all the perches were full. 12 birds in total. That included NotNorman and Siouxsie (Norman's sisters), amd Camilla (bottom of the pecking order I believe). 3 girls were noy in the shed: 1 was broody in the new coop; 1 was broody in Mrs' old coop; and 1 was on her own on the roosting bars in Mrs' coop.
Maybe we can fit a 4th perch in. Just in case it's a capacity issue.
By the time I got back, all 4 girls were safely in the Cube.
Well done everyone
Saturday, 1 August 2015
After (almost) a bottle of lightweight pink wine, I rashly told her grandaughters that I would name my 2 chickens after them.
Excess of alcohol is not a reason to back out of one's promises, however rashly made.
So the Appenzeller will be called Larna, and the Araucana will be called Sasha.#
It could have been much worse.
One day at a time.