Hen Party

This is Trisha, reporting to you live from the lovely Cluckingham Palace. The weather is beautiful and we are singing and enjoying the warm days and cool nights. We, The Easter Eggers, love Easter. Our eggs look especially beautiful this time of year. We are certainly proud of the beautiful colors we lay. 

 

The nursery is busy and noisy with the toddler chicks. They are Blue Laced Red Wyandotts. They are cute, trying to imitate us. They scratch the ground like big girls, but they don't know what they are looking for. They play fight too. Its funny to watch them establish a toddler pecking order. The little girls get into a big, heated fight complete with flaring hackles then, something shiny catches their eye and off they go! They forget they are fighting.  We remember when the barred rock girls were babies. They were so cute and would sit on the Farmers heads and practice roosting. Then... they grew up. (insert eye roll here) 

The other night, a big rain came and flooded the courtyard. We were a muddy mess. The Farmers showed up to bring us our buffet of veggies. They took one look at us and just shook their heads. We were playing and scratching in the mud like little pigs. The thought of catching and bathing 17 chickens must have been more than the Farmers could take.  We didn't get baths. 

Little Farmer R plays ball every evening. He is on two different teams. Lately, the farmers have been flying in and out of the palace with our food and water like their pants are on fire.  We miss their long visits in the evening when we can recess on the range. We get a little frantic when we see them approach the gate and then won't let us out! Cranky is an understatement. We are like a hoard of flapping feathers. We look forward to weekends when the Farmers let us out.We like to take our sweet time to inspect every blade of grass for delicious bugs. The grasshoppers will be coming soon. Those are our ultimate favorite. There have been serious knock-down-drag-out fights over those tasty morsels. There is no allegiance and all bets are off when one of us is lucky enough to catch one. We turn on each other. The grasshoppers have some kind of hold on us. Those tasty nuggets make us crazy cluckers for sure. 

Nizzy seems to be doing much better. The Farmers think she must have passed the egg at some point. Personally, I think she  played sick to get special treatment and /or to get away from the Earl. At our hen party, we discussed at length and agreed she had way too much fun with the Farmers while we fended off the advances of the Earl. We are still a little miffed with her about that.

The Earl, aka"Soup", has been a little more aggressive with the help lately. The Farmers are on high alert around him. He is one moody dude. One thing is for sure, he can take a lickin' and keep on tickin' then heads back for more. We tell him all the time he is pushing his luck by chasing the Farmers. Most of the time, Farmer B carries a foam sword for protection. The Earl loves a good sword fight.  There is a duel that usually ends with the Earl tucking his tail feathers and running for cover. Farmer B said to the Earl,  "Soup sounds good tonight". (The girls and I got a good chuckle out of that one.) The Earl better watch it or he will find himself in a bachelor pad all alone.

This is Trisha, signing off for now! I heard the meal worm bag rustle.