Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Spring thinking, and sick critter
The one place we have been focusing other than the small person is the chickens. It's not because something's going wrong, it's because the chickens have gotten VERY bold. They are now bold enough that it's tough to move around anywhere in the yard without tripping over a chicken. Every step around the yard there's a fluffy soccer ball cuddling up to my legs, or pecking at me for attention or food. I have to admit, it's not a problem I'd ever expected to have! Mostly I've been getting good at moving my feet in such away as to knock grumbling poultry aside without hurting them. The other thing about the chickens is, we found a puff of red and white feathers that would normally indicate a fox strike, and a missing chicken. The lady of the House and I both double counted a few times, and everyone's still here. We didn't see what happened, but one of the red chickens is missing a few feathers, and is still around. We can only assume that between a fast chicken, a big rooster, and a really protective turkey, the fox wasn't able to make good with its strike. I don't think that by any means indicates an immortal group of chickens, but I do think that it's good to see a failed strike by a predator.