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The birds, the bees and herbs have continued cycling through all the Family Dramas that have been cycling through our Urban Homestead lately. Among the many non-human cycles is a Chocolate Laying Hen I call, "Chocky." She has taken to disappearing for days and popping in every so often to say, "Howdy. How's the eats?" She has not been visiting for more than a few hours at a time. She stays aloof from the flock while she visits. The flock pecking order cycles (a very literal phenom) does not seem of any interest to her, whatsoever. My kind of lady?
I am still clueless where she has been disappearing to, but the recent thunderstorms have not been treating her well. Her gorgeous, rainbow black feathers have been looking sad. She showed up at dawn this morning leaving a trail of feathers behind her. Alas, the trail was not even enough to lead me to her new roost, but. . . I hope her feather loss is just the molting cycle. She looks greatly humbled this morning. Wonder if she will come home to roost tonight.
As the mystery unfolds. . .
I am still clueless where she has been disappearing to, but the recent thunderstorms have not been treating her well. Her gorgeous, rainbow black feathers have been looking sad. She showed up at dawn this morning leaving a trail of feathers behind her. Alas, the trail was not even enough to lead me to her new roost, but. . . I hope her feather loss is just the molting cycle. She looks greatly humbled this morning. Wonder if she will come home to roost tonight.
As the mystery unfolds. . .
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My day...today...misplaced my debit card...didn't realize it until I got to the register after shopping to a full cart. Used a different debit card and pulled apart everything looking for missing debit card before I left parking lot. Got home, dropped keys. So now I have a missing debit card, missing keys. A full cartload to unload and put away. I got everything put away.Dumped purse for a...
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I'll check my yard, Arfie. A Rhode Island red from our Punjabi neighbors somehow (despite being flightless) got from their house to my yard, over the six-foot-high fence (solid) and ended up pecking happily by my back door. WHatta?! So I went out and used Grandma's "chicken-cluck-chuckle" to urge it to the gate in the fence. (Also solid, btw). Then the owner came, and began his own chicken-cluck-chuckle routine.
At one point, I swear that da*n bird looked at us both like, "You can't speak Chicken worth a poo!"...
Hubby is now joking I only speak "Polish chicken", not "Punjabi".
Does yoru choco-hen have a dialect issue, maybe?
Leo, Your story reminds me of an aunt who trained her myna bird to say, "I can talk. Can you fly?" Gee, where do I get my contrary genes?
Could be a dialect problem. Translating human grammar is nothing compared to inter-species translations. I'd much rather tackle the Punjabi to US English collision. My ESL teaching experience gives me plenty of tools for that cultural joy. Only been playing with chickens for a couple of years.
Meanwhile, we have a chicken-egg agreement. THeir chicken trespasses, we get eggs. Gotta say, I'm kinda rooting for the chickens to trespass.
The Little Red Hen gets mighty flocked off at the Blue Jay and Cardie when they don't do their share of work around the house, or take too many reminders to get them to do it.
One day the Hen got p'd off, did all the chores herself, then said Blue Jay and Cardie showed up in the kitchen just as the seed was ready to be put on the plates. Needless to say, feathers flew...and they didn't get to feed until they'd done enough preening for the before mentioned Red Hen.
Blue Jays and grackles are unpopular enough in my flock that the hens actually unite against them. I might have the only jay and grackle free yard in the neighborhood.
Chocolate is still here. Her feathers dried out and she is looking fluffy again. Her longest visit in quite some time. I kinda missed watching her walk in the sunlight. Her deep black feather reflect little rainbows as she does. I am waiting to see if she roosts with the flock tonight. I am guessing that will mean she is home for good, if she does. Just guessing.
Yes, birds and most nesting critters are incredibly clever in hiding their nests. I find nests in the most surprising of spots in throughout the yard. I can easily believe she is sitting a clutch of eggs. The creative fencing of the eight neighboring properties gives her plenty of bird-sized options. No way I can believe the eggs are fertile. Roosters have a way of making their presence known and. . . I am pretty convinced there are no literal roosters in the neighborhood. I am not expecting a surprise chick influx from the eggs. I buy my chicks from local breeders.
Chocolate did roost with the flock last night. Hm-m-m-m. . .