What happens when I call “Kitty, Kitty”? Cats come for the food but so do my hens.
It’s supper time, and my 4 hens won’t head into their roost until they have a nibble of cat food.
The cats do not bother the hens. They even move out of their way when all four rush up onto the porch. The chickens never have to worry about our cats considering them as a meal.
Later, after dark, the raccoon/s visit to look for crumbs.
Every day, I go to the chicken coop and look for eggs. I have five hens, but only rarely do I have five eggs. Mostly, I get two or three.
So where did the little blue egg come from? Not my chickens, for sure.
The little egg was not near a tree. It was on the edge of the road, on the blacktop. Really odd, so I picked it up.
I wonder about the bird (probably a robin) who left her egg in an inappropriate location.
Usually, I find eggs that were hatched, broken into pieces. This was whole.
I had found a similar egg long ago. I put it in a pill bottle, set it in the refrigerator for years. After that long period, the inside dried up and eventually went to a science teacher–I will try to do the same with this one.
The chicken eggs were used for a pecan pie. They were delicious.
Today I shared with you just a little bit about the wildlife on Sunnybook Farm. I hope you can find nature’s beauty where you live, too.
I am challenging myself to write something on my blog every day. I’ve been trying to do this for some time now, but now, with the new changes in the world, it has become even more difficult. I won’t be getting out as much now.
I have food in the pantry, the refrigerator, and in the freezer. I even make my own bread–I got in the habit of making bread because Bob only liked my bread and not any store-bought varieties. Now I’m hooked on my own baking, too.
On a news report, I heard some of the food that people need to replenish often. They talked about needing bread, eggs, and milk.
Besides making bread, my hens help solve the egg problem for me. I usually get two to three a day. When I feed the girls I gather eggs and thank them for their efforts.
Bob made the nest boxes we have out of five-gallon buckets. The girls seem to like one more than the other two we have. I always find all their eggs in one nest. They must take turns.
I usually can’t eat all they give me, but with the chickens around, I won’t go hungry.
It was such a nice afternoon, I decided it was time to let our chickens run free.
Three hens and two cats
Three hens came running out the door as soon as I swung it open. It took the other two a few more minutes before they joined their sisters.
There are no bugs to eat, but the girls had fun scratching around. They went near the wild bird feeders to peck at seeds that were dropped by the bluejays.
Near enough to the house now, but the next time I looked for them I couldn’t find them.
The hens probably went under a comfy bush that is in the backyard. They hid there last summer.
I expect they will head to roost as soon as the sun heads toward the horizon. At least, that’s their usual roosting schedule. I hope they stick to it.
