Georgia

When I left the barn last night Georgia was still on her nest, apparently trying to lay an egg. When got in the barn today she was still there. I was concerned she might be egg bound. Picked her up and felt her abdomen, but didn’t feel any thing. Put her down on the floor and shooed her outside for some air. A few minutes later she came back in the barn and flapped back up to her nest. I took her out and put her in front of the food tray. She ate a little, then headed back to her nest. Three times I had to remove her from the nest. And several times I caught her headed there and shooed her away. I don’t get it. I removed the egg she had laid, but there is still a plastic egg in there. I have fake eggs in several nesting spots to encourage the hens to use them. I’m wondering, is it possible Georgia is broody? Does she think the plastic egg is hers? Is she trying to hatch it? We don’t have a rooster. Can hens get broody in the absence of a rooster? When it started to get dark out I placed her on the roost. Several times she got down and headed back toward her nest in the feed room. Finally, as the other hens were settling down for the night, she decided to stay put and go to sleep on the roost. Hopefully she will be acting normal tomorrow.

Sooo helpful

This is what I have to put up with every day. The chickens have to be right there when I sweep the barn floor, just in case I turn up something good to eat.

“Come on, you guys! I can’t move the broom!”

Goldie, Rodeo Champion!

Ladies and Gentlemen! I present to you our rodeo champion, Goldie! She is on Hazel, who has never been ridden before. Goldie came out of the chute strong, staying in the saddle right out into the barnyard and half-way around the compost heap, for a grand total of 32.4 seconds! Lets hear it for GOLDIE!!!!

6/18/2017

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This morning I was sitting on my barn chair, waiting for the lambs to finish eating. Georgia was scratching around on the floor near my chair. I farted. Georgia froze, mid-scratch. Her head shot up and she whipped around to stare at me. Her face looked so shocked and disapproving! If she had lips I know they would have been pursed. And she kept staring at me. I laughed out loud. She stared even harder, looking even more reproving. The more critically she looked at me the more I laughed. Reminded me of the judgemental old ladies with their puckered up, chastising faces who used to give us kids the evil eye in church all the time.