Chicken Update And FAIL
Monkey and SisB bugged me on Twitter about the chickens, so I took a few pictures and now you all are subject to my chicken insanity.
Here are the three stooges perched on the edge of their baby chicken coop. Most of the day they are tucked safely inside, however we let them perch up here and discuss politics for part of the day.
Pecker, AKA Peck is obsessed with the freckle on the back of my right hand. That fucker pecks it every time I put my hand near him. He also loves to eat crickets.
George is the largest by size but the least developed in the adult feather area. I loves him. He is sooo cute. I really hope he is a she.
Beck has amazing feathers already! I believe the extra energy she saves by being pathologically stupid she has channeled into feather growth.
This is the baby coop. It gets cleaned out every day but OMFG can chickens shit up a shit-storm. Eventually this will be turned on its side and become the egg-laying area with three nests for the chickens if they all turn out to have va-jay-jays. *crosses fingers* The coop has a heat light that we are currently using only at night but originally was on 24/7 to keep them warm. Chickens in the "wild" would stay with their mommies for 6-8 weeks. The coop will stay in my laundry room until the chickens are big enough to live in their big girl coop in the backyard. No, we haven't built the big coop yet. My laundry room has a door on it to keep curious cats from midnight snacking.
Ever seen a chicken's comb as it grows in on their heads? Me either. It's very cute.
Beck is totally unaware that fear and danger lurk behind her. Reina is afraid of the chickens and yet is biologically programmed to want them in her mouth. The fear is currently winning out, and fairly soon they will be big enough to chase her around the house and yard. The chickens are curious but completely unafraid. How do chickens show curiousity? By pecking at things. Reina does not appreciate this at all. It cracks me up. I am easily amused.
Look at how big my George is already. Remember a few weeks ago when I could hold him inside one hand? They grow up so fast.
Have you ever heard about grain-fed free range chickens? How they only eat wholesome grains and get to run around outside all day? I call total bullshit because chickens? Are NOT vegetarians. Those fuckers will eat a bug so fast your fucking head will spin. We are giving them crickets as treats and they run and trample each other for joy of munching down on crunchy goodness. Except for Beck. She will watch Peck and George run and catch and eat the crickets while she scratches her head and attempts to figure out what the fuck is going on with her sisters. We have to hold the other two, give her a cricket and wait patiently until she manages to eat it. She would starve in the great outdoors but we love her anyway.
Wondering about the FAIL in the title? I sort of failed my gestational diabetes glucose test. The cut-off in my doctor's office is 140 and I scored 146. I almost cried when he told me today. Fuuuuuck. More on that later when I feel less sorry for myself.
Here are the three stooges perched on the edge of their baby chicken coop. Most of the day they are tucked safely inside, however we let them perch up here and discuss politics for part of the day.
Pecker, AKA Peck is obsessed with the freckle on the back of my right hand. That fucker pecks it every time I put my hand near him. He also loves to eat crickets.
George is the largest by size but the least developed in the adult feather area. I loves him. He is sooo cute. I really hope he is a she.
Beck has amazing feathers already! I believe the extra energy she saves by being pathologically stupid she has channeled into feather growth.
This is the baby coop. It gets cleaned out every day but OMFG can chickens shit up a shit-storm. Eventually this will be turned on its side and become the egg-laying area with three nests for the chickens if they all turn out to have va-jay-jays. *crosses fingers* The coop has a heat light that we are currently using only at night but originally was on 24/7 to keep them warm. Chickens in the "wild" would stay with their mommies for 6-8 weeks. The coop will stay in my laundry room until the chickens are big enough to live in their big girl coop in the backyard. No, we haven't built the big coop yet. My laundry room has a door on it to keep curious cats from midnight snacking.
Ever seen a chicken's comb as it grows in on their heads? Me either. It's very cute.
Beck is totally unaware that fear and danger lurk behind her. Reina is afraid of the chickens and yet is biologically programmed to want them in her mouth. The fear is currently winning out, and fairly soon they will be big enough to chase her around the house and yard. The chickens are curious but completely unafraid. How do chickens show curiousity? By pecking at things. Reina does not appreciate this at all. It cracks me up. I am easily amused.
Look at how big my George is already. Remember a few weeks ago when I could hold him inside one hand? They grow up so fast.Have you ever heard about grain-fed free range chickens? How they only eat wholesome grains and get to run around outside all day? I call total bullshit because chickens? Are NOT vegetarians. Those fuckers will eat a bug so fast your fucking head will spin. We are giving them crickets as treats and they run and trample each other for joy of munching down on crunchy goodness. Except for Beck. She will watch Peck and George run and catch and eat the crickets while she scratches her head and attempts to figure out what the fuck is going on with her sisters. We have to hold the other two, give her a cricket and wait patiently until she manages to eat it. She would starve in the great outdoors but we love her anyway.
Wondering about the FAIL in the title? I sort of failed my gestational diabetes glucose test. The cut-off in my doctor's office is 140 and I scored 146. I almost cried when he told me today. Fuuuuuck. More on that later when I feel less sorry for myself.
posted by Sam at
8:10 PM
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Awww, Sam... bummer on your FAIL. Could this pregnancy kick your ass ANY HARDER?!?!
Bottom line, though, like we said the other day -- at the end, you get a baby. Everybody wins. I will remind you of this when you are ridiculously sleep deprived in mid February.
Love you, hon. And thanks for the chicken update, they are a-DOOR-bell.
Aww shit, so sorry about the damn fail.
Adorable chicks though, we want to get some Aracana ones with the feet feathers and top wig once we move.
I am totally in love with your chickens and I want some, too! How friggin adorable are they! Chickens poop a lot, but I've heard of some sort of system where you make their floor mesh or something so the poop drops down and you save it and it makes a wonderful fertilizer. I'm not sure I would want to deal with that much chicken poo, but if you're doing it anyway....
Bummer on the glucose. That happened during my first pregnancy. Sucked the big one, but it was manageable. You can do it.
love the chicks - failed my glucose THREE times...I'm sorry!!!
You are keeping a medical/health diary, aren't you? There may be some Guinness record or something you could win. Maybe a shot on Oprah or Rachel Ray's TV show! Maybe they would ask you to replace Kathy Lee on the Today show (Oh, please, dear God, help the Today show find a replacement quick.). You never know!
In the mean time, the best of everything to you.
From the chicks I incubated and raised, the comb - especially at this stage - is a boy-chick.
But if you aren't impressed with his good qualities, don't consider using him for breeding. You won't be impressed with bunches of chicks running around that won't catch a bug or spider, or care for themselves.
Or maybe he is just shamming - playing you up to feel superior and keep you in your place. The bastard.
Oh My! I want a chicken! They are sooo cute. However, the menagerie that already exists in my teeny tiny home is too much.
Hope you don't fail your next test. Take it easy.
So what exactly does flunking this test mean? You can't go play at recess?
As much as I like your blog, if this turned into Sam's Stories About Chickens (All Chickens, All The Time), I would not mind.
Really.
Sorry about the fail.
Super bummer about the glucose - was it the 1 hour or the 4 hour?
I think your chicken post has been one of my favorite and most interesting posts of all times. I love the captions and the pictures!
I don't think I would mind if this became a chicken-blog either. :)
Sorry about the glucose test. That sucks.
The chickens are so cute.
Okay. You have chickens living in your house. IN YOUR HOUSE. I... um... I don't know what to say to this. Really. I'm imaging chicken poo in the worst places. Like between the washing machine and the wall. You'll never get it out.
Also? OMG! You're having a baby! A real, live, little baby. Yippee!
I haven't been doing my job lately. So here I am, still excited about the pregnancy thing, even if you fail at glucose tests. Whheeee! A baby!
Okay. You have chickens living in your house. IN YOUR HOUSE. I... um... I don't know what to say to this. Really. I'm imaging chicken poo in the worst places. Like between the washing machine and the wall. You'll never get it out.
Also? OMG! You're having a baby! A real, live, little baby. Yippee!
I haven't been doing my job lately. So here I am, still excited about the pregnancy thing, even if you fail at glucose tests. Whheeee! A baby!
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