During the time I lived in Niagara Falls, I shared the residence with a lot of dogs, cats, a gigantic nearly blind pig, several hens and a Rooster.
I was sitting in my chair outside the door after feeding the animals there afternoon meal and our fish bathtub has a small leak so one of my new tasks daily is to refill it. Because it has fish in it we do this very slowly with it trickle but the hose turns on and off from far across the other side of the property. To many of you this would not...
The chickens don't want to get wet so when it starts to rain instead of going back to the coop they come up to the house and hang out on the porch under a roof. Likewise, I'm not a big fan of getting wet, so today I made up rain rules which indicate it's okay to feed them right in front of the door instead of forcing them into the rain to eat...
I know they don't. Probably. It was a brief fantasy about finding a reason to get rid of the rooster and win the war once and forever. Another attack from the front line happened this morning. I also witnessed the rooster being a bit of a bastard. Not doing his rooster duties right away. At 7:30, I came downstairs and prepared some hen feed but...
Actually, I'm on schedule but the three remaining birds that are last to go back to the coop in the evening are still out. The rooster and his two first officers. So I sit up at the front seeing if they go inside in the next short while. You don't seem to have noticed me yet even though the door to the house makes them really loud slamming sound...