Friday, March 24, 2017

I'm a chicken whisperer

I think I can officially call myself a chicken whisperer.

This morning Coco was bagawking.  She'll only do that when there's a problem.  So I go outside and she's standing at the top of the ramp, looking into the coop and is clearly very upset about something. But what?

So I peek inside the coop and found each nest occupied by a hen quietly, laying an egg.

So I go back inside the house.

But Coco will not stop bagawking.  And each time I go outside, there she is at the top of the ramp, looking inside the coop.  You're probably thinking, she had to lay an egg and was yelling at them to hurry up.  But Coco hasn't laid an egg in months.  She's 6 1/2 years old and probably done laying.  So I knew that wasn't the problem.

Coco loves to talk to me so I went out and knelt down to get at her level.  I asked her what the problem was and she gave me an ear full.  So I got that there was a problem.  But what?!?

I went back in the house but she was still screaming about it so back outside again and this time I brought treats.  Which she readily ate.  But continued to scream.

This went on for over an hour and when I went out for the hundredth time, both of the Buff Orpingtons had finished laying and were back out in the run.  But Penny was still in her nest.  And when I went to feel under her for an egg, she screamed and pecked me.  Ah, Penny has gone broody.

And Coco does NOT like broodies.  Not sure what her issue is there.  Does she not want anyone to hog up a nest?  Or does she really understand that a broody could bring in babies and she doesn't want any more minions to have to boss around?  But Coco does not like a broody hen.

So poor Penny is now in the broody breaker in the garage.  And Coco has finally calmed down and is quite.  It took me a bit to sort out what she wanted, but finally after 6 1/2 years of listen to Coco speak, I feel I can finally understand what she's trying to tell me.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Birthday Hug

I got a big hug from my sweet Coco for my birthday last week.  She's such a sweet bird.  She's not really cuddly but she'll tolerate me picking her up every once in a while.  Which is difficult for me to respect because she's by far the softest bird in my flock and I just love petting those glossy, black feathers.


She always tucks her feet up under her when I hold her.  My other hens let their legs dangle down but not Coco.  Maybe she feels safer that way.  I'm not really sure why she does this.  But she always does and so I try to get them up under my arm so she feels more secure.

And then we left Coco and her sisters behind for a few days while we went to Yosemite to celebrate.  Below is a photo of me trudging through the snow.  It's so beautiful to watch when you don't have to be anywhere and don't have to drive in it.