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Rooster on the loose. My big beautiful boy Monte was going for an explore in the yard. Thankfully, my dogs just bark at him really loudly until I move him back in. Monte hatched Halloween last year and has not even attempted to crow, he’s my quiet little boy. I love him.
Some pretty chickens! Monte Carlos the barnevelder rooster, Delta cream his sister, and Whiskey the vorwerk pullet.
Something a little different from my propert- my rat boi! He’s a frozen freezer mouse (note for future- source them more ethically) that I’ve made a taxidermy of. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, I intended to start with mice but for some reason just got the urge for a rat, to gift to my rat-obsessed brother. (Who has approved it already.) This was super fun and I learned a lot, he’s a little wonky but I plan to do more!
We’ve been big on fishing lately, we’ve always been keen but my partner recently finished work and now we have all the time in the world, so every nice day we’ve been getting up at 5am to head out to the local reservoir.
For these fancy fellas. Redfin Perch are an introduced species here in Aus which means they have no bag limit, no size limit, and are recommended not to be thrown back. They’re aggressive fish that hunt by ‘beating’ an area which means they sit in schools of large numbers and disturb mud and vegetation to send worms and food flying. So moving hooks works better, making it a really engaging way to fish rather than just ‘throw out line and pray.’ We’ve just been using night crawler worms and reeling them in slowly and we caught eight fish in an hour.
We’ll be taking them straight home to dunk in tempura and deep fry the little guys.
I have two fancy new toys from Omelet for the girls to (attempt to) destroy. I’ve got two- a Poppy Peck toy and a Caddi treat holder. They haven’t quite got the hang of the peck toy yet, they prefer to stand around it until I give it a jiggle and then they eat all the seed that came out. The treat holder I filled with clover and they love it. Especially Cassandra who went a bit nutty pulling clover out of it. They emptied the thing in around an hour- tomorrow it gets a trial with something more substantial. I imagine it’ll be great for semi-frozen watermelon in the summer heat.
My beautiful Dolly has gained the power of teleportation. If we sit with the lame Campines in the grass- on the other side of my property- she will appear from somewhere behind us to eat their food. The chicken run is encased in chicken wire and up a few retaining walls and quite a hike, and the Campines are always sat in an open area... and yet we never see Dolly until there’s food on offer.
And my beautiful lovely shithead Cassandra always flies out of the run and into the veggie patch. A few days ago was the last straw- she dug up all my carrot seedlings while she was out! So this little dumb dumb got her gigantic Campine wings clipped. I hate clipping their wings- I like my girls being as el naturalle as possible and it feels a little mean, plus it looks really untidy, but if she takes a different route one day she’s likely to get grabbed by a neighbours dog. She’ll survive anyway- the feathers will come back in a few months.
Notice something
Off in these pictures
Maybe a little bit
Evil incarnate.
I love Cassy she’s a tiny goblin. She has to be in everything all the time always, and if she’s not in then she’s out- out of the run, exploring the world and digging up my carrots.
My beautiful Baxter and Adrian. Both I rehomed during the week 😢 I love these boofhead but I’m not allowed to keep roosters here, and their crowing was top-volume. Baxter went to a free range farm near me to make more Chocolate Orps with the hens there, Adrian went to a 15 acre property to meet some Plymouth Rock ladies, to a gentleman that was totally in love with him.
I always have to learn about where my boys are going, I love them and want to make sure they’re going to have happy lives after they leave me. I’m sad to see ‘em go, but I’m glad they’re going to a nice life.
On the other end of the cycle, we have new babies incoming!
Fourteen Vorwerk eggs. The other two I have to turn manually because they don’t fit the autoturner. This is my first attempt at artificially incubating eggs, I usually let my girls do it. I’d prefer to let them handle these ones, but the dead of winter means no one is willing to sit on them!
I said in the past that I didn’t want Vorwerks again after my last experience, but I couldn’t help myself I love the breed so much. This time I want to do right by them.
Dolly now barges into my dressing gown the moment I sit down. She goes in and goes straight to sleep.
Sardine and Lancer have decided their legs don’t work anymore and they get to live inside. Paralysis strikes again, and my room stinks of chicken 🙄
It’s treatable it just takes a very long time, I’ll be stuck hand feeding them, exercising their legs and cleaning their stupid butts for a while.
This is something that occurs quite a lot in Campines and their relative breeds, it’s caused by a vitamin deficiency (commercial feeds don’t supply enough for someone as needy as a Campine) specifically vitamin B. What’s the fix? Brewers yeast in their food and lots of waiting.
I warned him. I WARNED HIM. So many times I said “don’t bring your lovingly crafted toastie anywhere near the chickens they will destroy it.”
“It’ll be fine.” He said
They thoroughly enjoyed their half of the sandwich.
He wasn’t angry anyway.
How can I explain to chickens that they’re getting too big to sit in my lap.
They love slop.
Their slop is a once a week treat comprised of scrambled eggs + shells, corn, shredded apple, oats, tuna, Greek yoghurt and sometimes meat dust. There’s a bunch of things in there good for putting on different stuff, like weight or feather shine or aiding with molts, but they just get their slop because we like to spoil them.
Happy chickens should be fat chickens.
My tiny baby Adrian isn’t so tiny anymore :(
He’s a great big loaf of a bird, starting to get really handsome and growing in his saddle feathers (finally). He’s competing with this brother Baxter for place as top roo, and Baxter’s winning as he’s the one that gets to scream at the sun first thing in the morning.
Dolly is happy and healthy now and by far the friendliest hen in the orp group, she likes to sit on your lap for a cuddle and fall asleep there.
I love burb
Oh you have a campine! A Golden campine was one of my first hens. They’ll have a special place in my heart.
They’re such beautiful birds! I was lucky enough to trade some silver campine eggs for some heritage fruit from a mate, and my hens were chuffed to hatch them because I had three broodies at the time (one gave up halfway through though, people say Wyandotte’s make great mothers but mine always quit). Unfortunately due to the questionable bloodlines that exist in Aus, with Campines being closer to endangered here (silver in particular) I ran into a lot of issues as they developed and had to say goodbye to several, I have three at the moment- Lancer, Cassandra and Sardine, I plan to source some other blood in spring to breed from this lot to help their numbers.
They’re always at my feet and following me around, they’re the first to inspect what I’ve got in my hands and they’re always giving me the side-eye to watch what I’m up to. They’re very calm and quiet, don’t mind being handled and will stand still for a pat, and don’t startle easily. There’ve been plenty of times I’ve been trying to put a tree log down and slowly inched it on top of a bird to encourage them to move, and a normal chicken goes “oh that log is pressing on me better leave-“ campines... they just stand there ready to be squished because the ground is interesting and they MUST scratch.
They’re really good at flying though o.o big wings on these babies, I was recently fixing and painting the roof of the coop and Cass and Lancer both flapped up casually to check out what I was doing. Sardine tried, but she’s pretty wonky from paralysis as a chick and she sorta just bounced off the side.
I’m glad to hear that other people have seen them! They’re often mistaken for Hamburghs or occasionally Egyptian Fayoumi, it’s always a delight to learn of people who’ve experienced or kept Campines as their numbers are still struggling in many places. Overseas, the Gold is the rare one!
It’s nearly 3am and I can’t stop laughing at this judgemental beach ball
I could never be a chicken it looks like such hard work.
Food, yes?
I’ve started feeding them special brekkies every few days. Horrible concoctions of oats and sardines and Greek yoghurt and all sorts of things that look and smell disgusting when they’re combined- but man do they go silly for them. They’ve also put on weight like... crazy fast
I liked when Adrian was a tiny bab, it was easier to handle him when he got annoying... which is all the time he’s a brat