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305/365. deep thoughts while checking on The Girls.

305/365. deep thoughts while checking on The Girls.

sometimes it strikes me how odd it is that we have domesticated dinosaur descendants in our backyard that turn house food scraps into delicious domesticated dinosaur descendant eggs. the very same eggs that helped them survive a mass extinction event. and that as a species they’re evolving 15 times faster than expected.

some people think chickens are not so smart. but maybe they’re just watching and waiting us out while they get fitter, faster. knowing they can survive.

231/365. The Adventuresome Girls.

231/365. The Adventuresome Girls.

i came home from work to find two of The Girls in the driveway. at some point the wind blew open the door the fenced in chicken run when nobody was home and even though they have a giant whole fenced in yard to explore these two adventurers will find a way out, over or under the fence. who knows how long they were walking around the neighborhood. this is their “OMG WE’RE BUSTED BY THE GIANT GIVER OF FOOD!!!!!!” face.

a more timid barred rock was, true to character, sitting in the chicken run refusing to even consider the possibility of exploring.

years ago, when we first got chickens and i was unaware of how easily they could get around the fence in the yard and how far they’d roam, i came home to discover a policeman and dog catcher had stopped to round up the flock of chickens that had escaped and were blocking traffic in the street.

the police came back the next day and, more nicely than i would have if it were me, let me know it had better not happen again. i was surprised they didn’t charge me a fee :-)

195/365. they’re Friendly Girls but i ain’t kissin’ ‘em.

195/365. they’re Friendly Girls but i ain’t kissin' ‘em.

these two are so funny. whenever i enter into the chicken run they’re all super friendly and curious about whether or not i have any compost for them. the barred rock scatters and is all, “nope. NOPE. NOOOOOPE!” i think they even like to be pet, or at least they tolerate it but the CDC says no kissing or cuddling ( seriously gross )!

93/365. The Girls, er, Egg Frida On.

93/365. The Girls, er, Egg Frida On. I.

The Girls, er, egg frida on to help them escape from the chicken run. They “talk” to her and if we don’t catch her she’ll move the logs and dig under the run or gnaw at the metal mesh to create an opening big enough for them to escape. She never tries to eat them. She just wants them TO BE FREE!

We do let them out into the yard but not as much as they want :-)

93/365. The Girls, er, Egg Frida On. II.

it’s a little hard to see but this is one spot in the mesh where frida is gnawed an opening that we’ve had to repair.