Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Baby (chicken) fever

It looks like we're not going to have babies at Fractured Farm this year.

Waaaaaaaaah!  I want babies!! 

Not people babies, no way.  The factory is shut down.  If I end up in a family way again,  bloodshed will be involved.  I cruised past 47 this year gang; a new munchkin would mean all sorts of sucky tests and probably no caffeine.  Battle hardened Marines don't want to be around me when I'm told I can't have coffee.

No, I'm talking baby chickens.  This time last year Cheeto and Honey were under Mama and we were on Hatch Watch.  I was reading books and the kids were trying to peek under Mama but she'd peck at them whenever they got too close.  I understood;  I wasn't always a cheerful pregnant lady either.  At least her kids weren't kicking her bladder and making her barf several times a day. 

The boys are trying though.  I feel sorry for Fuzzy.  He keeps trying to get some action and just gets pecked on the head for his efforts.  Do they make blow up hens?  Cheeto does better, but he has really bad aim.  He was sideways once.  That's not going to get the job done.  Buttercup has been trying to coach him and that's helped, except he's gotten caught in the middle a few times.  I've read a LOT of books about chickens and none of them have covered chicken porn.  Please tell me I'm not the only one with an X rated coop.

Animals won't breed when it gets too close to winter so we're running low n baby chicken making time.  Maybe I need to put my tablet in the coop and play a little Michael Buble. ..