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I didn’t get a photo of it because it was too dim and I was too tired, but– after turkey processing (which went from 7:30 am until about 2pm), and after lunch, and after setup for CSA pickup, I was given a tote full of half-rotten winter squash and told to give it to the hens, because that would be a fun job. So I did, I hauled it up the hill and the hens all saw me and came running because they know what that means, that means leftovers for them. But then they all panicked and ran away squawking because I moved too much and they’re not very tame. And then I had to bootheel-stomp the squash that were too intact for them to peck, and that sent them all off squawking. But then they came running over to excitedly peck the squash. They love treats, they’re just. Not tame.
And then Middle-Little got back from the farmer’s market, and she and I went out to sit with the chicklets, who remember me.
They were a little skittish, and out of practice at taking food from my hands. So I didn’t give them too many snacks, I just sat in there with them.
The little white cockerel likes to stand in your hand, if you hold your hand out.
One of the barred rock girls climbed up to my shoulder and sat there a while, then discovered the hood of my sweatshirt, and climbed in it, and sat there very satisfied with herself.
Then another one climbed up on my leg, sat there a moment, then fluffed herself out, settled down, and went to sleep.
(Your picture was not posted)
I didn’t get a photo of it because it was too dim and I was too tired, but– after turkey processing (which went from 7:30 am until about 2pm), and after lunch, and after setup for CSA pickup, I was given a tote full of half-rotten winter squash and told to give it to the hens, because that would be a fun job. So I did, I hauled it up the hill and the hens all saw me and came running because they know what that means, that means leftovers for them. But then they all panicked and ran away squawking because I moved too much and they’re not very tame. And then I had to bootheel-stomp the squash that were too intact for them to peck, and that sent them all off squawking. But then they came running over to excitedly peck the squash. They love treats, they’re just. Not tame.
And then Middle-Little got back from the farmer’s market, and she and I went out to sit with the chicklets, who remember me.
They were a little skittish, and out of practice at taking food from my hands. So I didn’t give them too many snacks, I just sat in there with them.
The little white cockerel likes to stand in your hand, if you hold your hand out.
One of the barred rock girls climbed up to my shoulder and sat there a while, then discovered the hood of my sweatshirt, and climbed in it, and sat there very satisfied with herself.
Then another one climbed up on my leg, sat there a moment, then fluffed herself out, settled down, and went to sleep.
(Your picture was not posted)
