tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628662603932607754.post8574587044578891864..comments2023-10-14T02:09:53.948-05:00Comments on Krazo Acres: Access: DeniedCarolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436557172029575513noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628662603932607754.post-79018688393646265982013-04-08T20:18:01.003-05:002013-04-08T20:18:01.003-05:00I have to agree, they don't seem very smart! I...I have to agree, they don't seem very smart! I had that problem with my one hatchling last year, but I think it was cuz he was scared of the other chickens. It's tough being on the bottom of the pecking order. Leighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02435811789823712254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628662603932607754.post-13364217739621114432013-04-07T17:06:09.133-05:002013-04-07T17:06:09.133-05:00It seems once they get used to sleeping somewhere ...It seems once they get used to sleeping somewhere it's almost impossible to re-train them. All nine of my Buff hens AND the rooster are still crowding into the little dog house to sleep at night...just steps from the lovely big henhouse. (sigh)Candy C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07863818451136277378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628662603932607754.post-40311936259948839892013-04-06T18:47:07.676-05:002013-04-06T18:47:07.676-05:00We had a hen that insisted on sleeping in the bran...We had a hen that insisted on sleeping in the branches of a pine tree that grows in the coop. Surprisingly, she was a bosomy Buff Orpington and I don't know how (with a clipped wing!) she could even get her fat bottom up that tree. I developed a pretty good broom technique for sweeping her off the branch -- she'd flap down and then stalk right into the henhouse on her own. Some nights she was too high up for me to reach with the broom so I left her. I'm no night-time tree climber, but Mr. Raccoon is. Her luck finally ran out last week -- feathers, feathers everywhere. I admired her spunk, (but am relieved she's gone). Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07343313551217575070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628662603932607754.post-30970906918691423572013-04-06T07:25:57.862-05:002013-04-06T07:25:57.862-05:00They didn't earn their name of "bird brai...They didn't earn their name of "bird brain" for nuthin'! (Even though I'm firmly convinced they are the one homestead critter you can't teach a thing to I'd never want to be without them . . . and their wonderful eggs. And flavorful meat. And great litter compost for the garden.)Mama Peahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649357184167949247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628662603932607754.post-25175009342553331612013-04-06T07:23:25.678-05:002013-04-06T07:23:25.678-05:00When will I ever stop laughing every time I see &q...When will I ever stop laughing every time I see "Creepy Meats"? LOL! You are definitely going above and beyond with them, they are bird brained indeed!Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06916896512933101955noreply@blogger.com