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Pretty sure one is a hen! We were worried they were both roosters. Today I'm teaching them to dig for bugs. Brought them over to the more foresty section of the yard by the compost, with all the nice soft dirt, and made a hole with a stick to get them started.
I think what I like most about chickens is just how happy they are about everything. Even when they're being hateful monsters they just seem so pleased about it. And when they're sunbathing in a hole they look more content than a dozen cats.
I'm really looking forward to getting eggs again, buying eggs really bothers me these days. I realize mammals are more intelligent and deserving of sympathy, but I don't have a pig, I have chickens.
Also, my pawpaw isn't dead despite me-not-being-around related abuse, which is great because I've been babying the thing for years now. It seems like plastic does stop UV light, so hopefully it'll grow now.
Expect something childmurder games related later today.
I think what I like most about chickens is just how happy they are about everything. Even when they're being hateful monsters they just seem so pleased about it. And when they're sunbathing in a hole they look more content than a dozen cats.
I'm really looking forward to getting eggs again, buying eggs really bothers me these days. I realize mammals are more intelligent and deserving of sympathy, but I don't have a pig, I have chickens.
Also, my pawpaw isn't dead despite me-not-being-around related abuse, which is great because I've been babying the thing for years now. It seems like plastic does stop UV light, so hopefully it'll grow now.
Expect something childmurder games related later today.
They're home so I finally get to see them. The one that hatched fine looks great and the one that didn't looks terrible, but it's alert and stepping on the other one's face like a normal chick, and its eyes look normal now. I was a bit worried about how bright it was, but it figured out inchworms were food first, so it's a chicken genius.
Dad: Hi Fluffles, and how are we today?
Fluffles: OUTSIDE IS COLD!
Dad: Who wants food?
Fluffles: OUTSIDE IS COLD!
Dad: And let's get you some fresh water...
Fluffles: OUTSIDE IS COLD!
Dad: Hay in the nesting box needs to be replaced...There we go.
Fluffles: OUTSIDE IS COLD!
Dad: And some scraps and leftovers for you! Have a pear.
Fluffles: OUTSIDE! COLD!
(Outside is not cold so much as wet, a distinction I fear is lost on Fluffles as she paces about demanding the world remake itself to be more pleasing to her. She can get loud, but it's not the same piercing loud of the rooster. I hadn't realized just how much he was harassing her until we got rid of him and she returned to her normal shouty self.)
Fluffles: OUTSIDE IS COLD!
Dad: Who wants food?
Fluffles: OUTSIDE IS COLD!
Dad: And let's get you some fresh water...
Fluffles: OUTSIDE IS COLD!
Dad: Hay in the nesting box needs to be replaced...There we go.
Fluffles: OUTSIDE IS COLD!
Dad: And some scraps and leftovers for you! Have a pear.
Fluffles: OUTSIDE! COLD!
(Outside is not cold so much as wet, a distinction I fear is lost on Fluffles as she paces about demanding the world remake itself to be more pleasing to her. She can get loud, but it's not the same piercing loud of the rooster. I hadn't realized just how much he was harassing her until we got rid of him and she returned to her normal shouty self.)
