Hmmm - it’s all about respect - they respect me and I them. And trust. All they have know is safety security food and routine. It’s not magic it’s just spending time with them.
The more time one spends with them the more they learn their cues. And they learn my cues.
Right now I am finding that my young Roos have settled down quite a bit.
And there seems to be a sort of truce with Mr P and Mr LC.
I really didn’t do anything special with the youngsters - I am very hands on with all my gang, they get picked up and handled all the time. The youngsters were...
That was very interesting! I will have to go for a midnight walk tomorrow night - see what’s up with the fire flies here 😊
This little fire fly is quite taxing at times
I also love my brick pavers in the barn, the chooks will rest on them when it’s been really hot and humid.
I used to have dirt floors in the horse stalls as it was supposed to be better for the horses. But it was such a miserable mess I dug out the dirt and put brick pavers in there also. So...
Mr LC and Clyde were the only ones who tried this, none of my other boys have. I think jolly tried once.
But I can’t remember the other boys trying that. Brats all brats!
I wonder if by ‘biting’ they were thinking of those naughty boys who grab you hand or foot in preparation for trying the ‘breed’ as they would with a hen.
That I do not consider biting.
Now Twister is a biter - she bit my arm yesterday! Ow!
Mr P, Clyde and Mr LC don’t bite or chase me, they are nice gentlemen. None of them were biters as youngsters. Though Clyde and Mr LC did fall for my foot and my hand thinking they were a good substitute for the hens that didn’t like them. That involved ‘nipping’ my hand/foot.
Happy Wednesday
Or wacky Wednesday
This old girl is about to get clobbered - she destroyed her feed bucket yesterday, yes l left it in her stall, but I didn’t figure she would destroy a bucket that was supposedly indestructible, now this morning she has broke loose.
At least the chooks...