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dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/2ifepLn:thesacredreznor replied to your video “#latergram : Friday night, one of the little brown girls falls asleep…”
hard work being a baby bird
meanderings0ul replied to your video “This video ended when a barred rock chick leapt up to peck the phone….”
I’m seriously loving these little chicken vids. They are so cute and informative and I just love birbs in general <3
It *is* hard work being a baby bird.
Birds are creepy dinosaur holdovers and I’m terribly fond of them.
I’m glad to have some time to try to condition these guys while they’re still young. I hope I manage to teach them reasonable socialization, though; all the advice and tutorials and the like I’ve found online have been from people with, like, a dozen birds, not four fucking hundred, and it seems to me reasonable to assume that the vast majority of egg producers on this scale and up don’t even attempt to socialize their chickens. So, I’m crazy to try, but I feel like it’s worth the attempt. Because they’re so fucking cute.
Farmsister did defend me at family brunch the other day. Mom said, “Isn’t B a little crazy-obsessed with those chicks?” and Farmsister said, “Well, if she wants them to be tame, she can’t really be any less obsessive than she is.”
As I predicted, Middle-Little has turned out to be Gung Ho No Show in all this. “I’ll totally stop by when you’re out of town!”– she has done so one (1) time.
But I’ll be back Friday, we’ll see if they’ve forgotten by then.
We knew you could condition chickens– all the chickens on the farm were conditioned for years that yellow = food because for many years, the feed on the farm was transported in yellow buckets donated from customers with cats, because a particular brand of cat litter popular among CSA peeps used to be sold in yellow buckets– but in the last three months, the litter brand in question switched to now only coming in bags, and so the yellow bucket supply has dried up.
An amusing side effect, however, is that the yellow was the same color as many rain slickers, and the baby had a yellow rain slicker. She almost got eaten on one memorable occasion, swarmed by the egg chickens in an unexpected show of enthusiasm that only later was determined to be because of the color of her rain slicker.
(She was unhurt and very amused, because fortunately the hens were trying to look *inside* the bucket, and since she wasn’t one, they couldn’t figure out where the inside was to peck. But they were verrrrry interested.)
I’d like to condition the chickens to, like, respond to things, and maybe teach a couple of them tricks, but I’ll settle for them just being really cute and letting me pet them sometimes. That’s all I really truly want.
hard work being a baby bird
meanderings0ul replied to your video “This video ended when a barred rock chick leapt up to peck the phone….”
I’m seriously loving these little chicken vids. They are so cute and informative and I just love birbs in general <3
It *is* hard work being a baby bird.
Birds are creepy dinosaur holdovers and I’m terribly fond of them.
I’m glad to have some time to try to condition these guys while they’re still young. I hope I manage to teach them reasonable socialization, though; all the advice and tutorials and the like I’ve found online have been from people with, like, a dozen birds, not four fucking hundred, and it seems to me reasonable to assume that the vast majority of egg producers on this scale and up don’t even attempt to socialize their chickens. So, I’m crazy to try, but I feel like it’s worth the attempt. Because they’re so fucking cute.
Farmsister did defend me at family brunch the other day. Mom said, “Isn’t B a little crazy-obsessed with those chicks?” and Farmsister said, “Well, if she wants them to be tame, she can’t really be any less obsessive than she is.”
As I predicted, Middle-Little has turned out to be Gung Ho No Show in all this. “I’ll totally stop by when you’re out of town!”– she has done so one (1) time.
But I’ll be back Friday, we’ll see if they’ve forgotten by then.
We knew you could condition chickens– all the chickens on the farm were conditioned for years that yellow = food because for many years, the feed on the farm was transported in yellow buckets donated from customers with cats, because a particular brand of cat litter popular among CSA peeps used to be sold in yellow buckets– but in the last three months, the litter brand in question switched to now only coming in bags, and so the yellow bucket supply has dried up.
An amusing side effect, however, is that the yellow was the same color as many rain slickers, and the baby had a yellow rain slicker. She almost got eaten on one memorable occasion, swarmed by the egg chickens in an unexpected show of enthusiasm that only later was determined to be because of the color of her rain slicker.
(She was unhurt and very amused, because fortunately the hens were trying to look *inside* the bucket, and since she wasn’t one, they couldn’t figure out where the inside was to peck. But they were verrrrry interested.)
I’d like to condition the chickens to, like, respond to things, and maybe teach a couple of them tricks, but I’ll settle for them just being really cute and letting me pet them sometimes. That’s all I really truly want.
