Well it's been a while, I must admit. We moved finally but not 100 percent. Gopher count is well over 30 now and Gary has earned somewhat a reputation in the hood and is now a hired hand, a gopher assassin of sorts with his sidekick, Mason. He has done well earning 5 bucks a gopher, we are up to 20 bucks or so.
We have 16 laying chickens, and 6 more on the way tomorrow. At first I didn't think this was a lot, but after tonight I beg to differ.
It was my job to round up the five week old chicks. We let them free range in our sunken backyard in the daytime and then round them up in the evening. This little game happens every night, and will continue until Gary gets the permenant coop built. Hopefully on Tuesday, he better hurry because like I stated earlier, I have six little polish crested black and white bantans on the way. Oh you know what I am talking, it is a straight run too. hahahahha I have learned the language of chicken lingo. Basically I ordered some very cute, extra small black chickens with a poofy white top of feathers on their heads. Very adorable. These will be our fun chickens as we are still not yet sure of the fate of the others. Lets just say I doubt the others will die of natural causes.
We also have a four year old tortoise on the way Monday! Super excited about that and we added a corn snake to the mix tonight. Possibly bunnies in the future and another dog? :)
Well back to the point. Gary is gone and it was up to me to do the nightly chicken round up. I tried herding them with a stick, calling, bribing nothing worked. Pizza in the oven, rounding chickens couldn't take more than 15 minutes.... right?? WRONG. Talk about a work out. I got 8 in the little coop and couldn't manage the other 8. I am running around with a stick the big dog is barking wildly and the chihuahua was trying to get my back but the chickens at just five weeks were as big as her. The door to our house is left open and since they are running around our sunken backyard three or four got in the house, where upon a few kids start to scream, mainly Abby. One rouge chicken runs into- and I mean literally slams into her closet door, which is a mirror. This sends her into a fit of laughter and this wakes the baby. Now I am sweating, running up and down the hill trying to catch chickens and shut the dog up who thinks this is all a game. I am also covered in chicken germs so I dare not touch my daughter. Mason is holding her bouncing her very hard up and down, screaming at me something is wrong with her. Ya, she is tired and you all woke her up. Anyway...I remember the pizza and become super frustrated. I now stop what I am doing to take a moment to yell at the kids for waking Serenity. I have one chicken in my hands and start in on my lecture when suddenly another chicken flies up and lands on my shoulder, out of nowhere!!! then craps all over my shirt just a few daring inches from my nose! I stand shocked. I didn't know they could fly and what would posses this crazy chick to land on me out of the blue. The kids all start laughing and cover their mouths in disgust and the giant green chicken poo running down the front of my shirt. Then suddenly another chicken flies up on me and then another takes the daring leap. So I am standing there dumb founded to think that these chickens I had been chasing for 20 minutes would have flown up on me had I just stood still. NOW the kids are rolling in hysterics and start chanting "Chicken lady" I walk very slowly as not to disturb this symbiotic human/chicken elevator union. Then two chickens start fighting and get stuck in my hair, I do believe one was on top of my head by the time it was all said and done! It was all very strange. Regardless I put them away, the pizza was burnt, we ate it anyway, and a few hours later the baby was back to sleep. Rough night home on the range.
So in conclusion... 16 chickens are a lot of chickens. I have an idea ! how bout we get 6 more!! splendid~
I will have to blog about chicken ortho tomorrow. We do have one down with a broken leg.