Chickies are growing by leaps and bounds. The 'meaties' moved on to their new home last week. And I have already had to expand their space. And add a feeder. And put the waterer up on a higher block. And raise both of the feeders.
And then there are the pullets, or the "peep-a-ronis" as my coworker calls them. Also growing and almost out of space in their brooder. Keep in mind there are 18 of them.
And they are started to perch on everything, which means waterers and feeders covered in chicken sh#t. So after disinfecting the meaties' old brooder the amicable split was on. Well, almost amicable, seems one of my peeps was strongly attached to one of my friend's peeps and because I split them up based on ownership and destination I had a couple of peeping-criers unhappy about the new arrangements.
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| 10 pullets, bigger tank |
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| 8 pullets, slightly smaller tanks |
You would think that given their propensity for sitting on the feeder and waterer and crapping all over both that they would take quickly to life on a perch. Nope.
This lasts for about two minutes, and then just when you think they have preened enough and are ready to call it a night they plop back down into the shavings and go stand on the feeder again.
Another half hour of hand-placing birdies on the bricks or perch followed by curious exploration and a return to the ground.
I'm beginning to sense the origin of the phrase "bird-brained idea."
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