Dick chickens
Boss Chicken had a real bug up her cloaca yesterday. They all were being kind of dickish to one another for some reason, but Boss Chicken needed to stay on top. That’s why she’s boss. There was a lot of jumping, chasing, puffing of feathers, and weird squawky noises. I think they are probably all worked up about Back to School Savings, or Fall Fever, which isn’t really a thing the way Spring Fever is.
Spazzy chickens are fine until they decide the boy human needs to be bossed around. Boss Chicken kept charging Graham, who despite our pleas to stand his ground, kept trying to get away. After a couple of times, I finally had to grab Boss Chicken and let him come over and pet her, and everyone had to be friends again.
Happier times before the ugliness:
This weekend was really nice. Perfect weather to be outside, or to be a chicken.
They had predicted 70mph winds on Saturday night, and I thought, “So long coop roof,” but we were fine. Lots of rain, but the roof could take it. It was really beautiful the rest of the time. My two sunflowers that did not get eaten by damn chipmunks (or caterpillars, who tried to kill them but failed) bloomed Saturday morning too.
Anyway, watch your step, Boss Chicken. This guy has been watching you.
