One thing is for sure, chickens are much more joyful creatures when kept from the immediate zone of your home...not close enough to sit on your patio furniture, patios, door-mats, etc., because there will be poop bombs everywhere.
Making it even more disastrous in my backyard has been these four critters.
|All the dogs are watching Stefie load up the truck|
so she can head back to college.
But, the poop is one problem I could enjoy getting rid of. I'll keep the chickens if possible, just move their whereabouts far from my patio and main yard zones. Then, we'll all be happier.
Controlling the poop will make it easier to show this house and for all those potential buyers who are NOT happy about confronting a chicken, it will be good because more buyers will leave this house with warm and fuzzy feelings instead of fearful anxiety that came from looking into the beady eyes of the first chicken they've ever seen.
Days and days of rain have taken a toll on the backyard. It's a mess. If we get a few days of sun and dry weather, things will look better and will start to become greener again. But, until then, it's a mucky mess.
Fortunately, the sun can provide miraculous healing to a soggy yard. I like a good rainstorm, but I'm about ready for this constant rain to let up. And as I type at midnight, there is the pitter-patter of rainfall coming down. Great...just great.
My chickens are also behaving more territorial lately. Once I walk out the back door, the chickens sometimes rush me and one even pecked my toes. OUCH! Yesterday, Howdy was trying to do his personal-yard-business and a chicken flew up behind him and landed on his back, he jumped and spun around to lunge at the chicken with bravado, but I thought the chicken was pushing her luck.
I'm not sure why extra aggression is being displayed, but perhaps it is due to the foul weather. Maybe the chickens are becoming a bit broody. Lately, when I try to get the chicken eggs, a couple of the hens will behave very upset that I'm approaching the coop. The darker colored hens are more aggressive than the Buff Orpingtons, for sure.
For now, I'm a bit dismayed at the state of my backyard, especially because my grand-dog, Thor, decided during his visit over the holidays that he liked to dig holes. Not good. Holes in the yard are bad for the ankles. Even worse is that my dog Howdy is so smart that he stares at any actions being conducted by a person or other dog and he tries to replicate the motions, hence his ability to open doors on his own. I'm hoping he won't start digging holes because he'd probably dig to China.
Thor...a little destructive booger. It's a good thing he's so darn cute!