Peaceful Morning With The Chooks
Since taking these pictures, the Sussex flock has been locked up (for their own good, ours, and the garden's...). They had already taken a great toll on the strawberry patch, mint, and were digging up the raised beds and using them as a place to take a spa dirt bath in. *sigh*
Big Momma, one of my pretty Coronation Sussex girlies.
You can see one of my Light Sussex girls running towards me. My chickens come when called, like a dog. Infact, I'm not completely sure my chickens know they are chickens... I think they think they're dogs....but please don't tell them that. It would ruin their lives and make them depressed. And we don't want that now do we?
After being let out of their pen, the first place they go is the peanut bales. They love scratching through them and eating, you guessed it, peanuts.
Oh and of course they play several rounds of "King of The Mountain".
I told them to get down, and they just turned their be-hinds towards me and ignored me.
I climbed onto their hay bale, and I guess that didn't like it because they all flew down.
Winston called all his girls over like he found them a yummy treat, then he proceeded to dance around them. They a l w a y s fall for it.
You have a pretty good view from the hay bales.
You're jealous of my barn boots, aren't you? Yep..they're pretty awesome. ;)
After Winston and his harem scratched around in the hay for awhile, they went to visit the milk cows to say hi...and eat their leftover alfalfa leaves and any other food partials that happened to fall on the ground.
Please tell me I'm not the only one obsessed with how cute chicken's behinds are.
Me: "Never mind, just go about your scratching..."
Poor William gets excluded from the group, as daddy doesn't take too kindly to him. Poor guy.
So instead, he just follows me around and gets treats.
He is like a puppy dog, always on my heels. I call them my "Gentle Giants" because they are SO large, but SO sweet.