I had to go into one of the out-buildings today. The doors are usually closed. The chickens noticed the open door and had to come in to check it out. Usually they can’t get into this building. They were not pecking for things to eat. I think they just wanted to see what was in there.
Most people want to get their ducks in a row…
So, these spoiled hens get PLENTY to eat. Sissy thinks it’s ridiculous how much I spoil them. They get their layer feed, a wet mash, and fresh fruit or vegetables every day, not to mention they can go outside and eat as much grass and bugs as they want. And yet they are always stealing from the sheep tubs and I have been forced to make a fence to keep them from eating the cat food. Chickens are bottomless pits!
I have noticed the hens have been very aggressive towards the kittens the past couple of days. I could not understand it. Today I think I got a clue.
“BuGAWK! I thought this was a private beach!”
“Buck buck! Who let that cat in here?”
“Brrrawk! Why is she staring at us?”
“Buck-a-buck! What’s the matter, furface? You’ve never seen anyone sunbathing before?!”
Every once in a while Ruby, on the right, will try to steal Cinnamon’s roosting spot. Cinnamon, on the left, can’t physically force her off, but gives her no rest until she moves on her own. Giving the evil eye, pecking her feet, etc.. Usually I end up intervening. I know it’s normal for chickens to fight at times, to keep up the pecking order, but I usually break up these fights if I see them. Besides, I know Ruby doesn’t really want to sleep there, she just got pushed down the line by the other hens. Cinnamon always wants the end spot, just doesn’t always get there before the others have gone to roost. Of course, when I move Ruby down I have to shuffle all the rest down, too, so Ruby can be in HER spot.