The chicken pasture has been a lively place this summer. Since the Littles have moved in to the big coop each day has been full of squabbles, hilarity, and new traditions for the Pleasant Hill flock.
Penfold is still a little devil, I often call her my Captain of Badness. She is frequently found doing everything she shouldn’t – pulling feathers out of the Littles, getting out of the fence, and generally leading the other hen’s astray. I don’t care, I love her anyway – she could probably peck out one of my eyes and I’d still see no wrong in her.
Quigley, Zillah, and Danger – or the Littles as we call them – are still as tight as ever. Danger is the head of their little tribe and Quigley just wants to be everyone’s friend, while Zillah likes to spend time with Andy.
Two of our younger cousins like to come by to see the Littles on the weekends. Danger is Katie’s favorite, and I am absolutely perplexed at how a five year old can catch that chicken faster than I can!
All of the big girls are moulting and they look like a ratty band of box car children. Charlie is 500 times more grouchy than usual – which is really saying something since she is the ‘ take no prisoners ‘ type.
If you even look at her she growls in protest. A few nights back Andy was, apparently, sitting on the roosting spot that she wanted – so she just pecked him in the head and face until he finally gave up and moved away.
Poor Andy. He tries so hard to be a good protector for his little harem of biddy’s. Lately he’s started this new tradition of carving out some ‘personal time’ for himself each day.
So, what exactly does ‘personal time’ look like for a rooster? Well, in Andy’s case, he has his special corner of the hen house under the nesting boxes. He crawls in, makes a nest, faces the corner, and stays crammed in that tiny space for about 15 minutes…probably pretending that the rest of the world does not exist.
As the day draws to a close, everyone heads back the the hen house – ready to squabble and growl over who is going to sleep next to whom on the roost. Andy stands like a bastion on the hill, making sure that everyone gets inside – it’s time to shut the place down for the night.
As the sun sets, the hen house gets quiet. Occasionally you hear one of Penfold or Quigley’s long trills or Charlie growling over someone sleeping too close by….and Stephen and I trek back up to the house ready to call it a day ourselves.
11 thoughts on “Back at the Chicken Shack”
A most enjoyable description of hen personalities. I don’t keep a roo so was quite interested in poor Andy’s need to hide out for awhile. I certainly don’t blame him!
–Terry at HenCam
Thanks! Originally I did not want to have a roo, but we ended up with Andy by chance – he’s ended up being so good that I don’t know what we’d do without him.
I love reading about your hens and goats and look forward to seeing your posts come across my rss feeds each morning 🙂
I love the pictures of the rooster…he is very handsome!
Thank you! He is a really special guy 🙂
This is about my favorite pondering! I want to kiss Andy, my hero!
Thanks Sue – Andy definitely deserves a kiss 🙂
Danger and Penfold – now there’s two chickens I’d like to meet!!
They are very entertaining, aren’t they?! I enjoy your blog and would like to invite you to join us at the Clever Chicks Blog Hop this week!
I hope to see you there!
The Chicken Chick
Thanks! I’d be happy to join the blog hop! 🙂