Posted in: Pet Chickens
I fell off the color month picture taking wagon. I’m a little glum. I tried to keep it up but I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t feel like hauling out the camera to look for colors.
Why? On the weekend we had some hot weather, over 100 degrees. And I greeted Father’s Day to find three chicks dead. The only one left was Patrick.
I thought since they were chickens I wouldn’t be as attached to them. I thought they’d be like fish. But that’s not the case. At night I’ve been having a harder than usual time sleeping. I worry about poor Patrick all alone.
It isn’t the same though. They are flighty and skittish. In fact, the day we put them in, one jumped out and flew onto the roof! It was another hot day and I was worried she’d pass out on the roof. She finally jumped down on her own onto our fence. I hurriedly ran over to the neighbors with a broom explaining I needed to nudge her back into our yard. Our old chicks were nice and calm, no trying to fly off.
I hope they get used to us. They hide all the time and Patrick is being territorial or something because even she’s in the coop more. Maybe she’s keeping an eye on them, making sure they don’t sit in her favorite spot or something.
And we haven’t named them. I don’t know if I want to now. If I don’t name them will I not be as attached?