Tending fine-fleeced Shetland sheep and a whole lot more on a small acreage in the Willamette Valley of Oregon
Saturday, September 29, 2012
As the feather turns
This afternoon I took a bucket and sat in the chicken yard to play warden while Miss Nasty got another chance at parole. Good thing, too, because she isn't ready for a new nickname yet. While all of the Golden Girls occasionally draw fire, Goldilocks is far and away her – and others' – most frequent target. Poor Goldilocks seemed to realize I was protecting her, and often drew somewhat near to regard me thoughtfully. It was easy to reach out and catch her, so I held her for a bit, gently stroking her beautiful feathers. I think she liked it!
The SS enjoy an overripe tomato the Golden Girls were unsure of
After awhile, the Golden Girls ventured timidly into the empty henhouse so I gently closed the pop door to let them have a little peace. They bedded down just inside the opening as if grateful for the chance to dust themselves and rest. Interestingly enough, some of the older hens also took the opportunity to chill out.
I think this integration thing is wearing on both groups!