Post by cenaub4 on Dec 28, 2005 3:41:18 GMT -6
Don't ask me? I was infected in Colorado. (You know, I was born there, maybe it took its time?)
I bought (yes, no nice neighbors to share/barter/trade out) another chicken... It's my sons fault. He was stringin' me along, tellin' me that chickens ear patches indicate/equal egg color! What a bunch of Hooie!
I got to thinkin' about Arucunas, Americaunas, Easter Egg Hens by other names, who lay green/blue/pink Easter Eggs! They DON'T have colored ear patches! How many hens you ever seen with blue/green ears?
!
Well, today I saw my first. She is a young pullet, all over white, minimal to no crest, and irredescent blue/green ear patches. I really could not resist, especially when the feed lot owner said $8.
They send them home in boxes. I did mention that I've only been in charge for a short time, of chickens? I've taken care of them, under someone elses set up, but since Nov. 15 is when I started 'learning' about chickens. Like touching them... ( I did mention I am strictly City Girl, right?! )
I have chickens because I raise trophy winning cactus. I have a whole menu of nasty bugs that EAT trophy winning cactus. I have chickens to eag nasty bugs that eat trophy winning cactus, and other eating machines that wreak havoc upon my 'grandchildren'.
So, I don't have enough hands, but I have a cage, with water, food, shade, and a nest box set up already. I go to open the cardboard box, and Foiled Again. Curses! Sheesh, you would think, since its happened before... I WOULD LEARN!!!! Nope, no stupid bird net near by. Yep, stupid bird flew right out, up my nose, nearly.
By the time I got back with the net, the stupid bird (easier than beratating Stupid Owner...) was GONE. Took a bit longer than 60 seconds but, Poof Went Pierre's Mustache and My Bird!!!
Did I mention, I'm new to chickens?
So, I lurked about, silently, except for the very quiet cursing. My Dear Son, henceforth known as DS, which could have a whole chapter of different, more accurate meanings, went door knocking, and peeping into neighbors back yards. She was cheep (ahem, cheap) but I hated to lose her this way!
So, 6 hours later, after I had spent most of the day in the back yard, some of it sitting and reading (yes, I still read, and yes, that's how I met my husband, and yes, we infected our child...) being very quiet, hoping she would 'sing, sing a song...'
My goofy shadow cat found her. I could tell, she had heard something. She is nearly 10 years old, but when you've had a pet that long, you can tell, she is 'LISTENING' with more than regular intent. So I hollared for my son, we did the Key Stone Kops routine, and I'm sure entertained neighbors whose doors we Did Not knock upon. Spooked Stupid Hen (I think her name will be Wonder Woman!) clear over into the eldest neighbors yard. DS got to chat with them a second time today.
Got her in the net, and with total teen age skill, managed to drop her on his foot. Trapped her under pipes and managed to get ahold of a foot... Ahhhhhhh. Immediately walked into a low hanging branch on the neighbors Avocado tree... Sh..eep guts!
By the time we got her rounded up, we'd spent who knows how many hours, and entertained a Senior Neighbor in more ways than one.
She is young enough she panics when ever she sees me or DS. She paced her temp cage the rest of the day, trying to get to the other hens (who would only treat her badly, and try to eat her...)
She never got another chance to roost in the vines with thorns, atop the shed. She really disliked the temp cage I set up. Pacing, pacing, pacing. She did pick right up on live feed.
When I went and checked on her near 12 am, I found her standing in her teeny, tiny dish that hooks to the side of her temp cage. My son reassured me, she is Roosting! Stupid Bird!
Stoopid Owner! Some people Just Shouldn't Own Chickens!
Sorry this was so long... I just had to get it off my chest. I've always been a good pet owner, till today. One of those failures that hangs about, trying to down you...
Thanks for listening.
I bought (yes, no nice neighbors to share/barter/trade out) another chicken... It's my sons fault. He was stringin' me along, tellin' me that chickens ear patches indicate/equal egg color! What a bunch of Hooie!
I got to thinkin' about Arucunas, Americaunas, Easter Egg Hens by other names, who lay green/blue/pink Easter Eggs! They DON'T have colored ear patches! How many hens you ever seen with blue/green ears?
!Well, today I saw my first. She is a young pullet, all over white, minimal to no crest, and irredescent blue/green ear patches. I really could not resist, especially when the feed lot owner said $8.
They send them home in boxes. I did mention that I've only been in charge for a short time, of chickens? I've taken care of them, under someone elses set up, but since Nov. 15 is when I started 'learning' about chickens. Like touching them... ( I did mention I am strictly City Girl, right?! )
I have chickens because I raise trophy winning cactus. I have a whole menu of nasty bugs that EAT trophy winning cactus. I have chickens to eag nasty bugs that eat trophy winning cactus, and other eating machines that wreak havoc upon my 'grandchildren'.
So, I don't have enough hands, but I have a cage, with water, food, shade, and a nest box set up already. I go to open the cardboard box, and Foiled Again. Curses! Sheesh, you would think, since its happened before... I WOULD LEARN!!!! Nope, no stupid bird net near by. Yep, stupid bird flew right out, up my nose, nearly.
By the time I got back with the net, the stupid bird (easier than beratating Stupid Owner...) was GONE. Took a bit longer than 60 seconds but, Poof Went Pierre's Mustache and My Bird!!!
Did I mention, I'm new to chickens?
So, I lurked about, silently, except for the very quiet cursing. My Dear Son, henceforth known as DS, which could have a whole chapter of different, more accurate meanings, went door knocking, and peeping into neighbors back yards. She was cheep (ahem, cheap) but I hated to lose her this way!
So, 6 hours later, after I had spent most of the day in the back yard, some of it sitting and reading (yes, I still read, and yes, that's how I met my husband, and yes, we infected our child...) being very quiet, hoping she would 'sing, sing a song...'
My goofy shadow cat found her. I could tell, she had heard something. She is nearly 10 years old, but when you've had a pet that long, you can tell, she is 'LISTENING' with more than regular intent. So I hollared for my son, we did the Key Stone Kops routine, and I'm sure entertained neighbors whose doors we Did Not knock upon. Spooked Stupid Hen (I think her name will be Wonder Woman!) clear over into the eldest neighbors yard. DS got to chat with them a second time today.
Got her in the net, and with total teen age skill, managed to drop her on his foot. Trapped her under pipes and managed to get ahold of a foot... Ahhhhhhh. Immediately walked into a low hanging branch on the neighbors Avocado tree... Sh..eep guts!
By the time we got her rounded up, we'd spent who knows how many hours, and entertained a Senior Neighbor in more ways than one.
She is young enough she panics when ever she sees me or DS. She paced her temp cage the rest of the day, trying to get to the other hens (who would only treat her badly, and try to eat her...)
She never got another chance to roost in the vines with thorns, atop the shed. She really disliked the temp cage I set up. Pacing, pacing, pacing. She did pick right up on live feed.
When I went and checked on her near 12 am, I found her standing in her teeny, tiny dish that hooks to the side of her temp cage. My son reassured me, she is Roosting! Stupid Bird!
Stoopid Owner! Some people Just Shouldn't Own Chickens!
Sorry this was so long... I just had to get it off my chest. I've always been a good pet owner, till today. One of those failures that hangs about, trying to down you...
Thanks for listening.
LMAO!
