All Chickens All The Time

My readers have spoken! In a contest between the following topics the chickens have won wings down:

• Me bitching about how suck ass I feel
• Me bitching about the dumb ass things Teddy Bear sometimes does
• Me bragging about Egg's package
• Me posting pics of the chickens along with exciting chickeny stories

The chickens have transitioned to their NEW and SHINY coop outside during the daytime and they are loving the extra room. They also get more time to be "free range" chickens, which means running in an excited flock around the backyard while Reina looks on from afar while drooling a bit and Dude steadfastly ignores them. When the temperature drops into the fifties we bring them inside to spend the night in their little nesting box. Although they have a heat lamp in the closed end of the coop it only increases the temperature about 10 degrees. Until they have a complete set of feathers it is too cold for them to spend the night outdoors when it has been dropping down into the forties. Of course, I live in Southern California where it was fucking 88.7 degrees during the day today. I am so over summer, but the birds love it.

Tonight we tried to feed The Girls a little fruit. They stopped, cocked their heads and STARED at the fruit. Then they went back to whatever chicken philosophies they were contemplating. Teddy Bear gave me a small piece of bacon and I reached out to them with it in my hand. I drew back a bloody stump. Well, I was uninjured but HOLY FUCK they loved that bacon. The piece was fought over, stolen out of beaks, and generally was the funniest damn thing I have seen all day. Especially when The Girls are so much bigger and there isn't enough room in the nesting box to run around effectively. They LOVE bacon. It is their new best friend.

George and Pecker are big fans of bacon. Beck wasn't smart enough to eat any, but she did see a speck on the wall that she tried to peck.

This is as close as Reina will get to them, and is only this bold because they aren't looking at her with murder in their eyes.

George's legs are fucking HUGE. I am hoping to get a good comparison shot soon.

Beck is still the sweetest, prettiest, and dumbest.

Pecker is going to be a beautiful bird someday. This look is "Did you just say bacon?"

Remember the last post with the three of them perched together? I think this is what parents of triplets that can crawl or walk deal with, because these damn birds would not sit and pose for the camera.

I'll have pictures of the outdoor coop along with "free range" pictures soon!