So This Happened Today…

The chickens have been making too much noise in the mornings.  I now let them out of their run as soon as I climb out of bed and have my first cup of piping hot coffee.

Today, as I was walking by The Robin, aka #1,  I see Esmeralda sitting under the sink beneath the hostas. I was afraid that she wasn’t feeling well.
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About a half hour later I stopped back to check on my sweet Esmeralda but she was no longer under there.

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the sink in front of #1 (The Robin)

I needn’t have worried. What I saw instead was too good not to write about.  Especially since I have been complaining about the girls being lazy

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18 beautiful eggs

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18 beautiful eggs

The little stinkers, I bet there are a few more nests under some trees here and there…

The Interloper

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There is never a dull moment at the Wayfarer!

A couple of weeks back,  a ruckus started in the chicken coop.  The chickens chased “Tootsie” all over the run and attacked her something awful.

I went out to check on the girls and to see what was wrong.  The noise level was very uncomfortable.
I was stunned to find “Tootsie” looking really mangled.  Feathers were missing from her chest, her comb was damaged – she looked awful.

When night time approached, all went quiet, but the next day the same ruckus.  Mike and I decided to let the chickens out of their run, so they could separate and quiet down.
When Mike suddenly realized that we had 3 black chickens, not 2 like there should be.

Turns out his friend had smuggled into our coop a chicken from his coop.  An ugly black, battered by a rooster, chicken by the name of Royal.

He thought it was funny, I did not!  My chickens were traumatized for a couple of days.

Mike caught Royal, after chasing her through the bushes, in his pier fishing net.

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She was picked up by her owner shortly thereafter.

Wanted: Chicken Herder

Trying to train chickens to stay where we want them to graze is like herding cats. LOL

These chicks need to learn to stay away from the cottages. I can imagine guests not being as fond of their company as Mike and I are.

Holy cow! I have been running around all day, trying to teach them with my “herding stick” – a wooden yardstick that gently guides them back where they belong.

Jimmy, my little friend who comes every year a few times, has the job but he is not always here. I need a little person to fill in for him. The pay is pretty good, just ask Jimmy who leaves here every trip with a check from the Wayfarer for his efforts to keep the birdbath in the driveway.

Any kids staying with us this summer, apply PLEASE,  heehee

The little guy in the picture is Jimmy, the big guy is Joey his older brother.

Cottage kids hard at work

 

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Have a grrrrrand day, everyone 🙂