News flash from the coop: Hope is OVER IT – motherhood is apparently not all it’s cracked up to be once they become teenagers. (Oh, reeeaaaalllyyy? What a surprise!) She makes a beeline out of the coop in the morning and can’t get far enough away from the little ones, who peep and carry on relentlessly until she returns.
Just a few weeks ago, if I gave Hope a treat, she would drop it for the chicks to get. Now, she barely tolerates them – if they get too close or compete with her for food, she will peck them!
Nine out of ten photos somehow end up being of either Pippa or Luna. Even as gawky adolescents (the chicks are eight weeks old now), they are so fun to look at.
The most entertaining part of the day is (if, like me, you have no life and spend your time staring at chickens) watching them settle into the coop at night. Tulip has convinced us that she is half Black Copper Marans and half vulture. Look where she sleeps:
The rest of them are still trying to cuddle up and sleep under Hope at night. This is not going well for Hope:
She pecks at them but to no avail. This is how it ended up last night :
Another sign that Hope is ready to wrap up motherhood is that she has started laying again; we’ve gotten three eggs in the last four days.
I’m intrigued by Hope’s parenting philosophy: love them while they’re adorable little fluff-balls and ditch them when they become annoying adolescents. Who said chickens are dumb?