Old Pallets

So, Honey says, 'What are we going to do with all those pallets out in the barn?"
I keep telling him, 'I don't know, we'll use 'em for something.'

Yesterday, he calls me in here to the pc and says..."check this out"
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 I've been telling him!
Finally. He gets it. 


- God bless you and thanks for reading. 

HAIRY - SCARY

OK… So after my last post about my chickens, my hair and their strange behavior; I received a couple of requests of pictures of my hair---just to get a comparison and maybe  know what my chickens might be thinking. This is me – holding Jane on my lap and as you can see…she is letting me and my little grand-daughter pet her. Everyone is playing nice and getting along. This is NOT LONG after we got them,too.
My hair is quite long, pulled off my face and some- what lighter in color. This is me with a new cut – it falls around my face and is darker; more my natural color. Sorry, I don’t have a picture of me wearing my glasses.
I thought the hair cut was an improvement…but apparently, The Chicken Jury has spoken…
It's just plain scary!
~God bless you and Thanks for reading, commenting and giving lots of input.

Strange Goings-On~

 This is George- or sometimes I refer to him as Mr. Burns.
Sunday I took these photos…I was checking up on George; making sure everything was alright…you see the post right behind him? That smear just above his back…it’s blood.  See on Saturday… we had bought some shavings and took them down to the coop. Honey carried the big bag from the truck around front…and when he got to the coop- being all tuckered out; he just dropped it on the ground. That startled the chickens and from then they just kept their distance—NOT coming near at all!
George—just kept running into the chicken wire.
   The other thing—I’m curious about - IMPRINTING and how big a part it plays in recognition for birds… and I don’t know ANY. THING. ABOUT CHICKENS OR BIRDS…this is all so new to me.
But, they hadn’t seen me in almost 3 days.
Thursday, I had a dental appointment and got my hair done. I  came down with the flu on Friday and wasn’t recovered until sometime on Saturday…So On Saturday, My once long hair …totally whacked off…and I also had my glasses on Saturday when I went out there. They didn’t want anything to do with me…PLUS THEY WERE SPOOKED, remember.
I got my work done and got out of there; but not before noticing that George was bleeding. There was no way he was going to let me hold him and doctor his wounds. Besides, what do you put on a Rooster’s bloody comb?       Sunday—I went out just to check on things.  THEY HATE ME. Nothing had changed, they didn’t want to come near me at all. George stayed in the corner.
    They gave me the stink eye
I took some cabbage out to the them. I thought I’d tie it up and give them something to play with while the eat… NO. they are leery of it. Unless I tore the cabbage from the head and tossed it out for them…they didn’t want anything to do with me or the cabbage! …And George, who I’m not even sure wants to be on first name basis anymore, stood in the corner… He is so friendly usually, for a Rooster. He is gentle when he eats from my hand, he isn’t greedy with the raisins. (I think he’d rather I call him Mr. Burns)

• So what do think?
• Do you think it has anything to do with IMPRINTING AND RECOGNITION?
• Are they scared because my appearance changed?
• Were they just spooked and on Sunday they still hadn’t forgotten about it? 
• Maybe they don’t care for cabbage on a string?
• Do you think this blog author has too much time on her hands?
• Will things ever be normal in the Chicken coop again?

*edited to add-  click here for photos of me and my recent hair changes

Let me know what your thinking…perhaps you have some answers for me!

~God bless you and thanks for Reading!