Breac's journal about life in and out of her coop. Starring Chickens, turkeys, and the occasional goose.
Near Average Day
Went out around 4 or 5. Lucy was out in the field, but Ozzy was in with the horses. It's kind of odd not to see them together. Seems like it was a long time ago wen Lucy was all alone. Went down to the chickens and found they didn't have much water left. Tom had been out of town apparently. Some of the adult birds got into the chick pen when mom opened the door. Surprisingly, they didn't bother the babies. I held Iris for a while. Tried to get her used to being picked up. Didn't go so well. Mr. Burby slept on my leg before I picked him up and cuddled with him. Then I noticed his beak was bloody. I took him out to see dad, who was in the turkey coop nailing some boards in. He said Mr. Burby probably was fighting Pancake through the partition. Tom, who came back today, says they've been fighting like crazy. Too bad no one wants a psychotic, bald polish rooster. Mom said Mr. Burby couldn't come home. I put him in the car for a while anyways while I helped with the turkey coop. It's close to being done. The sliding doors and roosts are up. Dad opened the little door, just to see if it moved. It was hard, but it eventually did move. It only opened a crack, but Jenny and Gilly poked their little beaks in. I opened the door, but they didn't come in. They looked inside, but that was it. When I went back down to the chicken coop, Stella snuggled with me as always, but she was making some odd sounds. It was like a deep, growling Whhhrrr sound. I wonder if it had something to do with her nostrils being clogged. I wish I could flush all the dirt out. Fudgie came close, but didn't get the chance to jump on my lap. We're going to do a full clean-out tomorrow.