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| Your new hen is pretty! Is she an Orpington? And what's the roo? The rose comb is throwing me off.
Yes they're addicting, I already have two more! Done till Spring though. Or until I have the run finished. I want to add 3 heavy layer hens, looking at breeds/colors now to find one that matches the color scheme I have going on now.
The two new ones, a D'anver hen and her young pullet, who's half OE. The rooster I found out is a Spangled Old English, so is his girl.
The new D'Anver hen, I named her chipmunk, she hates me. The first day she escaped out of the box before I clipped her wings, so I chased her around, caught her when she hid under a bush. (she's a dumb, flighty, nervous hen) I clipped her wings, to prevent her from going over the 6ft fence of the yard, since I don't have a run yet and they get monitored free range.
So then she slips through a dog hole in the fence boards! Chased her around the neighbors yard, through a gate opening, back into our front yard, into the back yard, where she hid again and I caught her. So I've been holding her like 5 times a day, and keeping her caged (open bottom so she can scratch and pretend she's free range).
But now we've come to an agreement, she knows this is her home now, and so she'll go to the chicken house if I tell her too with very little prompting, as long as I don't touch her. She'll stay near me with the other chickens, and not go too far, but I can't touch her.
Her chick is different, she'll be as spoiled as the other two here soon.
Yesterday though, was hilarious. The chicken house is a giant old dog house, I can fit through the door on hands and knees, sit up inside to clean it out and such, it could prolly sleep 3 adults long ways, or 5 dogs like it used to. Now, 4 Bantams, and they've got a lot of room.
Prissy, the first hen, is asking to be held. I kept shoving her off me, trying to crawl inside the house to grab Chipmunk, the mean one, to put her in her cage. Prissy flies up onto my shoulder, which Jibbers, the rooster, thinks is a great idea. He announces this with a crow, right in my ear. I swat him off, but Prissy is trying to get up under my hair and hang out to take a nap or something. I set her down, and tell her to go be a real chicken for a minute.
I go in after Chipmunk, she goes panicy as usual, and manages to slip out of the door (that I thought my butt was blocking, but apparently it's not that big!) but she doesn't try to escape again, she immediately goes to scratching and foraging, so I let her be.
I sit down to watch, Prissy comes back over, hops into my lap, and takes her nap.
Prissy is really something else. She's goofy... if I walk off to do something, she takes flight (more like a flapping skip since I've clipped the wings on them to a bit) to come after me, which makes the rooster come chasing us too, and the chick gets confused, about to stay with caged momma or follow the flock. BUT, they won't go onto the patio, which is about 30 feet from the coop. They won't pass it. They'll sit on the side of it. Which is very good, no chicken poo on the concrete. If I go inside or out front, they go back home and wait inside for me.
Prissy is prolly the coolest hen I've ever had. It's been almost a week that I've had them, and she acts like I hatched and raised her. And her ready to start laying any day now! I didn't even get her as a chick, and she came from a big operation that raises a lot of chickens... I doubt she had a whole lot of human contact.
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Last edited by mandelyn82 : 10-02-2009 at 07:37 AM.
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