Many people are unaware that some chickens, when exposed to direct sunlight, become puddles:
There is no reason to be alarmed, as this process is 100% reversible. Indeed, most chickens will return to their solid form within a few minutes of melting, without any external assistance.
Don't worry if you were unaware of this. Even chickens who are not currently puddles are often confused by these encounters:
Being a chicken keeper is all about watching the drama unfold. Like do you see the tension in these pictures? They all want to lay eggs at the same time and don't want to share the nesting boxes.
No one is fighting but they all keep making disgruntled chirps
We picked up a new cemani hen. Local guy sold her to us because she doesn’t lay many eggs and his flock were massive bullies to her. Basically, he got nothing from keeping her and she was unhappy with him, so he figured it’d be better to find her a different home.
So far she’s pretty skittish, which is to be expected considering how her old flock acted. We’re going to take her to a vet, and if everything comes up clear then we’ll work on introducing her to everyone else after some quarantine time.
I let my chickens carve a pumpkin lol I think they did great and really love the style choices they made like the scar on one eye, the other one so big it almost connects to the mouth & that they decided he only needed one tooth 🎃🧡 perfection
What a strange little bird. She’s really runty-looking compared to her sisters, way smaller and scrawnier. And she always seems to be a bit under-the-weather, either she’s coughing and sneezing, having runny poos, or laying weird-shaped eggs. But, her personally is much bigger than her body! She’s chatty, bold, and lively, she’s usually the first of her sisters to rush me for treats - and she’ll readily kick the ass of a hen twice her size to get them! Nothing slows down this little dynamo! Maybe that’s why she’s one of Jack’s favorite hens!
recently discovered my chickens consider me their bodyguard. if they’re screaming about something moving in the weeds, they wait for me to come out, quiet down, and then cluck until I go over to the offending area and look around it to reassure them there’s nothing in there. once I do that, they’re cool as cucumbers
Where did this romanticism about loose Chickens in the Garden start?
Do you know what unsupervised chickens running loose in your garden gets you? A fucked up garden.
They eat everything. Not just the bad bugs. The good bugs. Bees from your hive. New shoots coming up. The tops of your root crops. Unripe tomatoes. Ripe berries. Your rare Aroid that you brought outside for more natural light.
What doesn't get devoured gets either trampled down or dug up. Then they go stabby-stab into your baby pumpkins with their damn face-knives. Dig holes like a sled dog trying to escape the suburbs. Gods help you if you’ve got a hormonal rooster with a clear line of sight to your elderly neighbor.
You’ve heard good fences make good neighbors?
Well here good fences are the only thing keeping the prehistoric horrors at bay. They will test the perimeter. Yes I know they're soft, round, and cute. They still forage like an orc army. Don't be John fucking Hammond.