Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Chickens Carved A Pumpkin?
by Callie on Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Since Morgan had to go to the groomers today the chickens had to stay in their pen until she came home. I went out to the coop this morning hoping to find fresh eggs for Kristine's breakfast and I took along my camera (and some lettuce for the chickens) because I wanted to get a picture of the pumpkin. No photo, but I took the video below. And, lucky for Kristine, there was one egg in the top nest box.
When Morgan got home I let the hens out and gave them some cantaloupe.
Since it was such a nice day I decided to spend some time raking my paths and managed to get a quarter way around the three acres. I did get a photo of Morgan practically glowing in her clean bright white coat. Morgan divided her time between watching the chickens, checking on me or on Tom cutting wood, and herding squirrels from tree top to tree top. I wonder if she thinks she is getting them to move or if she is just following them? I call it squirrel herding.
I won't be raking any more leaves for awhile. When I was raking, I heard stuff falling out of the trees now and then, but didn't go investigate until I quit. These limbs fell where I was raking the other day when I raked the driveway. The limbs are over six feet and I sure don't want to get hit with anything like this.
I was telling Tom about these limbs falling here near the motor home and while we were talking another large limb fell out of another tree. Falling trees and limbs are one of the hazards of living in the forest. I'm staying away from the trees for a bit. I would like another big windy storm, please, to come through and knock down and out all the trees and limbs that are ready to fall. We have had some huge trees go down in past years. I'll see if I can find photos to post another day.
The hens pecked at the places where I punched small holes in the pumpkin yesterday and they "carved" this pumpkin with lots of big eyes. Kristine looked at this video and said that the chickens sure sounded mad. They do sound a bit ticked off with me for not letting them out.
[two eggs today]
Second egg found under a cranky broody Wyandotte.
She pecked the egg when I picked it up, brat.