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Fred* and Ethel are back! 🥳

Their history is complicated. I'll try to take some time to share it tomorrow.

I love them so! They both lay beautiful green eggs. So now I have 6 green egg layers.

*at the time these girls came to me in 2022, I already had a Lucy, so I named the red-bearded one Fred.

People who are really into the gender binary are upset that I have a chicken named Sam, a chicken named Houdini, and a chicken named Fred who lives with me part-time.

Whatever, boomers. Gender is a construct.

Having a chicken in the house is not as fun as it sounds! 🤣 (don't worry, she's not sick-sick, and I'm not going to die of bird flu. Yet.)

Normally I would not have a bird in the house for this long, but we are having some trouble with wound healing.

She is stinky, loud, strong-willed, and insists on roaming when I open her cage to clean it, which is multiple times a day because she's messy, and the expensive fucking chicken diaper that I bought her doesn't stay over her butt even though I weighed her to make sure it was the "right" size, so she can't wander the house like she wants to.

I can't let her back out into the chicken yard for two reasons: she gets bullied, which is how she got injured in the first place, and the injury is inside her mouth, so if she pecks at the dirt or the crumbly/powdery chicken feed, it gets stuck in the wound. (It is gross. I've had to debride the wound multiple times and that's not fun at all for either one of us.)

I've got my "guest" chickens returning tomorrow afternoon, so that is going to ramp up the stress in the chicken yard.

I'm thinking, however, if I can get her wound healed enough for her to get back out by the upcoming weekend, the distraction over the next 2 weeks when the guest birds are close by but still in isolation, might actually be to her advantage.

So this was how it all began. Simply by telling you that the next post, part 2, the main purpose of this toot and with the three most shocking photos, will be placed behind a CW, you can probably already guess that this cockerel was a very very naughty boy

When I encountered him, along with a small brood of hens and another cockerel, I had only just finished my peaceful lunch (involving drumsticks.. yes, I know!) by an idyllic and peaceful mountain stream 😉🐔 #cockerels #chickensofmastodon (1/2)

5 weeks old today. I'd have them out more in their mobile coop but winter is just not wanting to let go this year, lots of cold and super windy, not good for baby chickens.

So this afternoon they got some strawberry plants that had grown beyond the patch borders. They had fun annihilating those.

Hopefully after thurs the weather will have turned and they can start spending all day in the coop. And hopefully week after that, full time coop living.

Samstag war Gartentag. Und die #Hühner haben die Sonne genoßen. Als eine der Damen nicht aus der Hecke fand, haben wir sie unter lautstarkem Protest befreit. Und "HahnSolo" kam ihr zu Hilfe und hatte mal wieder so viele Mutkekse gefuttert, dass er meine Frau angreifen wollte.

Zur Erziehung gab es eine detaillierte Parasiten-Untersuchung (ohne Befund). Danach war er wieder zurückhaltender. 😊 #Huhn #Hahn #ChickensOfMastodon

Some #chicken news:

My oldest hen, who will be four this month, was my only blue egg layer until I got back one of the chicks we hatched last year.

The youngest I just got 2 weeks ago looks almost identical to the sister of the oldest (whom I lost when I got my second dog. 😞) I'm wondering if the oldest recognizes that? They're related: same breed, and they came from the same farm.

Yesterday I watched as the oldest and the youngest were mirroring each other along the side of the small pen that I have the youngest in out in the chicken yard. It. Was. So. Cute!

They would walk the same direction, stop, peck the ground at the same time, turn, walk the other direction, peck the ground at the same time, crane their necks upward at the same time, peck the ground at the same time, etc. Somehow they were mirroring each other, pantomiming each other -- and not fighting!

That bodes well for them getting along in the yard once I release the youngest one from her current pen.

I'll need to be very mindful and careful to do that on a day when I can hang out in the yard all morning to make sure that she's not getting pecked to hell by the other girls.

That's what chickens do. They're very mean to newcomers, and even mean to fellow flock members who have had to be in the house for a while for medical treatment or whatever. This is why the youngest is now in a pen in the chicken yard where they can see and interact with her but can't reach her to beat her up.

I will take her out out of her isolation pen and put her in the nest box one night when everybody else is sleeping. That usually works. They wake up the next day and oh, there's just another hen. No biggie.

A wrinkle: I went to collect eggs at lunchtime, and the eldest had carried all the other eggs laid today into the nest box with the wooden eggs in it. (They scoop the eggs up with the underside of their wing and carry them across the nest box. It's amazing!)

When I tried to collect the fresh eggs out from under her, she puffed up and growled and bit me.

I put the wooden eggs in a nest box a couple of weeks ago because I really wanted to encourage somebody to go broody early. It may have worked!

Oldest is on broody watch now. If she's still sitting those wooden eggs tomorrow, and still stealing everybody else's eggs, I will go get a clutch for her to hatch.

The timing is good, because I can move the youngest hen out of captivity and move the oldest into that pen with a box to brood in.

I let the oldest sit on a few eggs two years previous, but one of the chicks hatched and she squashed it and killed it, so I took the other eggs I had given her away and put them under my other broody, who successfully hatched the rest of them.

So, I don't actually know if she can successfully sit a clutch. I've broken her two years in a row now. That sounds worse than it is; it's repeatedly taking away the eggs she steals so that she doesn't have anything to sit on, and sometimes picking her up out of the nest box and throwing her out into the yard so she can eat and drink.

If I do let her brood, I'll have to be very careful around the 21-day mark to make sure she isn't killing the chicks as they hatch.

Perhaps by then I'll have another broody and another clutch going.

I'm willing to sit two hens this year now that I know what it takes. I have the equipment and fencing. If we sit early, we will still be able to receive our yearly "guest chickens" in May.

Never dull moment! I do want to get somebody sitting on a clutch soon, because I have friends who want blue and green egg layers. They will also take roosters, so they'll all be easy to rehome with them.

I've got one chicken that I'm considering renaming Harrison Bergeron. When she was a chick, she was able to escape from almost every place that I put her in, so her name became Houdini.

She is from my 2023 hatch, and she is just huge. She's incredibly muscular as well. So, she can hop to the top of a 4 foot fence *with* her primary flight feathers clipped. 😖

Every time I get a notification that there's a "person" in my backyard, I look to see if it's her, hopping the fence (usually it is just a chicken roaming along the perimeter fence of their run).

It's not really safe for a lone chicken to be out and roaming around, even a heckin' chonker like her. But when she's out, she knows she's misbehaving, and she won't let me pick her up when I approach her. I got torn up the other day running through the brambles and elderberry trying to catch her to put her back in the run.

Oh, Houdini. You marvelous chook.