Sunday, June 1, 2014

Getting up with the chickens

Daylight breaks awfully early these days. I try to get outside before 
Wynonna and the chickens wake up, but sometimes I'm late.

Edith has no patience for slackers.



If she gets up before I do, 
she flies to the top of the fence and waits for her breakfast.



Edith: You're late. Don't let it happen again.



She could hop down into Wynonna's stall but seems to know better.



Edith poses with her alter ego.



Edith: She could just open that flap door and let me out, but noooooo...
She'd rather see me attempt to leap off this tall building so she can get a picture for her blog.

There's a reason Edith is anxious to get into the yard. I'll save that part of the story for tomorrow.




11 comments:

  1. Someone's little chicken face is just peeking through in the bottom photo, looks like Edith isn't the only one anxious to get through.

    Laurie

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  2. Looks like she's adjusted.

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  3. I still can't believe we designed that and thanks to your wiring skills, still looks good. Even better with Edith in the picture. Love their little personalities...ooh what's in the yard!?

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  4. How many eggs do you get per week now from your feathered friends?

    BA SP

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  5. Minnie and Peach produce at total of 8 or 9 per week. The new girls won't start laying for a few months.

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  6. A common saying in my world ... "Oh My Chicken!" (Comes from my long-ago Bible school days when we weren't allowed to say bad words, and it just sorta stuck) Love your chicken stories!!

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  7. cant wait to know what is going to happen... thriller chickens!

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  8. by the way, the colour of Edith feathers seem to suck the surrounding colours, so she looks quite blue to me!

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  9. Did Jonny CC bring her a present?

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  10. An American in Tokyo6/1/14, 6:28 PM

    Ooooo! Not fair, not fair! Keeping us in suspense... =P

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  11. I LOVE the photo of Edith with the sculpture! Don't you worry about flying predators getting to your hens? I'm worried about everything....*sigh* I guess that's the fate of a new mother hen.

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