No not a another tale of the male fowl type...
just that the youngest babies learned to roost last night.
They are now 5 weeks old
and Hortense doesn't want anything to do with them now.
She chases them if they come sooking near her.
|Hortense, in one of her last motherly acts, seems to be encouraging them.|
|Vera and Emily seem unsure if they want to share a perch!|
Not all of the flock (in fact most of the flock) do not avail themselves
of the accommodation on offer.
They prefer to roost in the locquat tree next to the coop.
There is also a definite pecking order.
Here are Jenny's adolescents (12 weeks old)
on the lower branches (too high for the fox).
A little higher up, the three Araucanas sleep together.
These girls are 18 or 19 weeks old so I will expect
some little green eggs in the next month.
And right up at the top (no surprise)
is the rooster and a couple of his favourite concubines.
The tree is huge. I am able to stand up in the coop,
so use that as a guide to see how big the tree is.
They are quite safe up there and the large downward
facing leaves direct any rain off them.
|An Araucana...nice sideburns.|
|These three are like siamese triplets...never very far away from one another.|
I know I shouldn't have favourites,
but Vera is such a character
and still loves a cuddle.
How could I not adore her!