No Chicken for YOU!
08.26.10
My poor poor chickies… poor things are molting. Poor Buford has lost all his tail feathers and much of his mane. The Girls pick on him… come up behind him and poke his little naked tail nubby. His comb is flopped over most the time, he walks funny because his spurs are soooo long (expecting them to fall off any time like they did last year… look like little miniature elephant tusks, so cool… going to use them in some beaded jewelry of some kind one day)
And on top of it all, they’ve lost roaming privileges because of one of these.
I was out hanging clothes on the line, heard some chicken growling coming from the chicken yard. A first year red-shouldered hawk was spread eagle (should that be spread hawk?) up against the chicken yard fencing having a little face to face discussion with Sir Buford.
No one seemed particularly impressed, except me. They didn’t seem concerned that juvie hawk was bigger than they were and could have had one of them for lunch if that fencing hadn’t been there. Juvie was only slightly annoyed at my presence, flying about 20 feet away to land on top of some trellising in the garden – then into a tree that overhung the chicken yard (there is netting over top too, so not to worry). Blacky, the dog, didn’t like that at all and started yelling at Juvie… who promptly flew off to the wooded area south of us giving a squawk of disgust as it went.