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so great
Very cute. I'm new to chickens, mine are 6 weeks old and just starting to get used to me, I sit with them a few times a day, and talk to them. They know my voice now and are starting to warm up to me.
This article is so true! After spending years caring for and watching other people's chickens, I finally got my very own flock and I can't wait to hang out with them and watch chicken tv once they move to the coop!
Excellent!
Great reasons to spend extra time with your flock!
Just been warned they are so addictive and adorable you might want to set a timer so other chores don't get put off ?
I can even hold all 6 of my roosters. I found the best time to hold a mean rooster is a bedtime once on a roost. I have 2 roosters that I can more easily catch and hold once on roost. When mine see me in the back yard, they come running to the fence - including my 3 ducks. I even have had a few of my girls fly up and try to sit on my back (as I leaned over), my shoulder and even my head (glad I had a hat on!), demanding their attention. They have learned where the food is kept and a group will camp out at the storage door when the food is low/out. It fun trying to walk through 30+ chickens to get to the storage room.
1st photo - My coop and pen. They spotted me taking photos and ran to the corner as usual.
2nd - me holding my buff Orpington rooster (he's my gentle boy)
3rd - she's the last of my Showgirls (age 4+) - her first time meeting my dog, Kitty. Kitty although having been around the chickens was never allowed to interact since snapping at one when I first got them in 2015. She's since matured and gained my trust after a group of hens escaped and she watched over them til I could find and put everyone back - has happened several times since that 1st time.
Call me an emotional wimp, but I will never ever try bonding with chickens again, after my first flock experience. There were three: Lucy, Ethel and Rica. Each had such individual personalities I couldn't believe it. We spent time with them in our laps. They were our kids (we're two little old ladies with no kids, just a four-pawed one). And then they started getting sick and there are no vets willing to deal with chickens anywhere within driving distance. And I never ever want to go through the heartbreaking experience of seeing them suffer til they died. After them, and our broken hearts, our subsequent flocks are identified strictly as "the red one", "the white one" etc. No naming allowed.
Good work! Makes me want to run to my coop, but I can't because its wet from all the rain we're having. But when it dries out I'm going to have some quality time with my girls and guy. Thanks!