Saturday, July 20, 2013
Friday, July 19, 2013
Our bamboo teepee has sunflowers, beans, cucumbers and tomatoes growing up, and around it. It looks inviting. Geoff gave it a protective skirt of hardware cloth all the way around the base. Just high enough to keep out the wild rabbits that cruise our yard. I realized it makes an ideal playpen for our chicas. They are contained, and they like to dash beneath the shade and shelter of their garden world, feeling like grown-up free range chicas. I enjoy a little peace of mind, because they're less likely to stray if I should happen to be distracted.
This evening we released the Juniors into the teepee, and sat with the Chiquitas just outside the teepee. Everyone happy, we sat back and delighted in the show. Wing flapping. Neck craning. Leg stretching. And endless pecking. And buzzing around like wind up toys.
The Juniors are bigger, but no less flighty and amusing. Lilikoi and Koa watched, curiously, and seemed bemused by their Chiquita sisters.
This, and pumpkin pie for dinner, too. Haven't we had a wonderful evening?
Four of them look, effectively, the same. But, being a bit nuts, we are naturally, learning to distinguish them, and have even decided to name them. This will be interesting, if not mildly annoying. Chicks change. And. they. look. alike. We are so silly!
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
:: Inspired by Soule Mama ::
If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments, for all to find and see.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
This golden darling is a Buff Oprington, and we are calling her Lilikoi.
So, inspired by our trip, our three Junior chicas have Hawaiian names. And we really, really, sincerely hope they are each wahine-hens!
And the little chicas were as happy as chicks in the dirt. At first they were reluctant and uncertain. Maria and I played mother hens, even demonstrating ground scratching motions with our fingers. Little by little Lilikoi, Koa, and Pele darted out from their shelter. Then pecking began, followed by scratching. The grand moment came when Pele threw herself to the ground and gave herself a rigorous dust bath. How do they know? We've raised chicks from feed stores, and we've had hens hatch and raise their own. Mother hens teach their babes so much, and are very attentive. So, how do these little girls know what to do... never mind our "mothering?" It never ceases to amaze us. We passed a long and happy time watching them enjoy their outing.
And then something happened...
Don't worry, Malcolm, these Junior chicas have all the makings to grow into fine feathered hens. They'll be sweet tempered beauties, with all the smarts they'll need to live interesting lives.