imagine your shitty landlord who you hate abducts you from your bed in the night and drops you in a saw trap where you nearly drown, then puts you up in a five star hotel with a gourmet meal, then lets you go back to your shitty apartment the next day like nothing happened.
I found my chicken Stinkbug! well, the dog found her. she had gotten stuck between two plywood boards leaned up against the wall under the deck.
she's been missing for FIVE DAYS!
she seems alert, but too weak to stand. she was also trapped kind of lopsidedly, so she kept flopping to the side even when lying down.
when i laid her in front of food and water in the little rehab crate she started eating and drinking ravenously, and she's had one watery poop since i rescued her. she also fairly calmly let me give her a little nutridrench in a dropper (a supplement for a boost of electrolytes/vitamins/minerals that can help them recover). she seems comfortable and is sleeping for now.
one thing I'm worried about is that she couldn't lay eggs while trapped, and I'm hoping that her body just shut that process down under stress and she isn't suffering some kind of complication from an egg issue.
"i really thought i could fit between those boards!"
portrait of a dumbass (loving)
"what took you so long to find me?!"
oh sorry I didn't think to look in between the boards of stacked wood and walked past a million times searching for you while you made zero sound! silly me!
Getting lots of eggs! I’m not sure who’s laying which brown eggs though. Both Clementine and Olivia are clearly laying (Petunia’s eggs are much paler and the other two are the blue eggs), but one is a Welsummer and the other a Cuckoo Marans
Pretty sure I have (yet another) new favourite hen. She hatched nine weeks ago from a cross with a Black Copper Marans rooster and a Cuckoo Marans hen. Looks like the rooster provided the dominant genes in this one. Isn't she gorgeous?
So, as you all know, my dad died recently. Well, the grief has been a lot to handle. Just yesterday I spent all day crying and having panic attacks. My babies all sat and cuddled me. ALL OF THEM. And they wouldn't leave. Today it got me thinking. Why don't I write a post about HOW my therapy chickens actually help my day to day life. so here it is!
1. When I am about to have a panic attack, Willow my golden cuckoo maran, will alert my fiance before it happens. If she can feel it happening, she tells my fiance by squawking up a storm. Willow knows before I know.
2. When I am in the middle of an attack, they will come and sit with me to ground me. I think they know, because they will follow me around screaming if I don't sit down, hold them, and bury my face in their necks. Harley is special for this.
3. On a day to day basis, they give me something to take care of that I see as more important than myself. It forces me to clean every day thoroughly, walk around, and exercise by cleaning. It also keeps my mind stimulated and helps me avoid depressive thoughts. Their affection is also so special, that it reminds me I am loved 😍
4. When I am depressed I tend to want to sleep in, more or less involuntarily. Having them makes me get out of bed to let them out. Roxanne is my alarm clock. She crows. She is a buff orpington hen who crows. It sounds like an elephant's trumpet. I get up let them out, clean the mornings carnage of morning poops, and when I come back in to lay down after that, they all RUN to cuddle me, UNTIL 11:30. Once 11:30 rolls around, it's Lilly's time to shine. Lilly is my lavender orpington. And Lilly will be at my head in with her beak if I even entertain the idea of sleeping past 11:30. She goes for my temple, my ear, and my nose. Needless to say, the urge to sleep is no longer there. She wants me to rub her shoulders...no joke. She flops over once I finally put my hand on her and rub her shoulder of choice.
5. Over-all they just make me very happy and fullfilled. Each one has a special place in my heart. Ignatius, my beilefelder, and Macey, my splash maran, are the heart. They always come up for hugs and fight over who gets hugs first. Agatha is a gremlin, but she will always delight me with her antics, like for example, when I leave the room and come back, and she just broody screams in my face. It made me jump the first time it happened. And it still makes every time. Then there's my special boy, Oliver. While he lives somewhere else, we take care of him every night, and most Sundays he goes on outings in my truck and to the parks. He loves car rides and sits on the council of the truck. People love seeing him when I take him to the feed store. Or to order at fast food places lol.
Other antics include, God forbid if I want to go downstairs to grab a snack, because Willow will roar, Roxanne will trumpet, and Lilly will pitch a fit.
So yeah, that's how my therapy chickens help me in a detailed fashion. Hope it was a fun read💖🐓
the 3 we raised & hatched in the incubator, enjoying some yard time. they love it! the oldest/largest one is biologically Hyacinth's (our Cinnamon Queen). the other 2 are biologically Clover's (our Cuckoo Maran). and all our chicks have Basil (our Cuckoo Maran rooster) as a father.
I’ve got 11 hens! I have an appenzeller spitzhauben (the broody one), an Easter egger, an ameraucana, a sultan, a Dominique, a golden cuckoo maran, a silver spangled hamburg, a speckled sussex, a silver laced Wyandotte, a Colombian Wyandotte, and a lavender Orpington.
Their names in order are Sid Vicious, Horace, Dipstick, Genie P, Pepper, Pumpkin, Dewey, Cinnamon, Toki, Michael Wave, and Cloudy
This is Olivia. She’s a cuckoo Marans (the same as Josephine). She’s 8 weeks old and came from the same farm as Lydia. She seems to be a bit shyer so I didn’t get many pictures of her. She’s also the easiest to pick up.
So I got new chickens the other day, and they’re not fully feathered yet so they have to stay in the brooder coop for a couple more weeks before they can go in the big coop, and my small feeder fuckin broke??? So I had to buy a new one. In the meantime, I had a rubber bowl in there with them with their peep feed in it (which they opt to sleep in instead of under their heating plate). Well, they climb in it to eat cuz they’re still pretty small and can’t reach over the lip of the bowl, and naturally they end up pooping in there. Except for the little cuckoo maran, who was eating in their bowl and suddenly popped her little head up, peeped at me, hopped out of the bowl, pooped in the shavings, then hopped back in and started eating again