TIME TO RELAX - I THOUGHT

After spending another long day in the kitchen day, I made a drink  took it outside to relax and watch the chickens scratch. WHEN out of the blue Simba galloped by me (its like having a pony in the yard) there was a screetch and one of the fugative rats flew threw the air by me. YIKES , he grabs it shakes it and throws it again. Marvin comes running in the yard yelling "Get it Simba,, Get it". I am by now standing on my chair, but its not like standing on a kitchen stair is lawn furniture for goodness sake and not so stable. Marvin chant has changed to "Kill it Simba, kill it.

So as Simba proudly marches up to the burying field with his prize and Marvin with his shovel, I say oh while you are out there could you pick some corn, just another day on the farm LOL

MORNING COFFEE

So this is how our morning conversation went yesterday.

Me "Why is there a gun beside the broom?"

Marvin: "I killed a rat"

Me: "A rat, is that what got our chicklets?"

Marvin: "No Simba got them"

Me: "NOoo, he can't get into that field"

Marvin: "I let him in"

Me: "WHAT"

Marvin: " I couldn't sleep so I got up and went back out to the coop, I shone a flashlight under the coop and saw beady eyes staring back at me. I got the gun and shot one the other two got away. There were no signs of a struggle so since all the others were locked up I let Simba into the field and told him to find the chickens. Eventually he stopped at a tree and kept starring at it. I couldn't see a chicklet in the tree but I climbed the tree and found it. Simba still would not leave the tree so I climbed back up higher and found it."

So all is well that ends well.

Simba was very tired all day after all that excitement. It is quite amazing he knew what he was looking for and that he could smell them since they are in that area all the time.

NOT A GOOD NIGHT

When Marvin went to lock the chickens up last night, two of the chicklets were missing. They were there at 6 last night. The two missing ones are the 2 little brown ones.

TIME TO LEARN WHEN TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT

Lance is the brown one.

The other day Lance the ugly rooster who started out as a pretty chicken named Lace but things changed. Anyways he is the first chick to identify himself as male by making an attempt at crowing. His mom ran and poked him in the head,, he tried again, she poked him again, he got mad and poked her back. This went on for a bit and he ran away peeping.
We thought this was odd and have decided she is protecting him from Rockie. Who happens to be 10 times bigger than Lance is. She probably told him to shut up lol

THE LONE RANGER

The Lone Ranger is still up to his old tricks. Now he has decided to hang out on  the big chickens roost and not on the chicklets roost.

CHICKLETS ARE GROWING UP

Hulk Holgan may be going to the auction sooner than planned, he picks on the other chicklets.

Tonto and the Lone Ranger still hang out together. We are disappointed that Tonto is a rooster. He is very different all black, including his legs, comb and eyes.