Here is the video of the chickens actually leaving the coop. At least I hope it is. I’ve trimmed and uploaded it five times, messed with it with four different apps, and finally went back to the original and only used the YouTube trim option. Interesting that a video trimmed in iMovie, then trimmed again in YouTube gives a completely different 40 second clip. Did I say interesting? I think I meant frustrating. So sorry for that little teaser in my previous post!
Yes, we installed a chicken camera. No one reading this is probably surprised we did, but I do feel a bit of chagrin at installing the tech in a coop. But, you see, my youngest’s favorite YouTuber has a camera in their coop and they could see when the chickens were in the nesting boxes (still no eggs here). My youngest doesn’t go out to the coop at all right now, so it is a way for her to see the chickens, and maybe get more comfortable with the idea. And I had points.
Now I can finally see the chickens sleeping. Is that weird? I’ve never really seen them sleep. As chicks they would always get active whenever I went into the coop, and it hasn’t changed as they get older. But they don’t seem to really sleep until the wee hours of the morning. At midnight they are still peering into the darkness. Huh. The secret life of chickens revealed. Sort of.
Here is a little something for all of us that made it through the week. ‘Cause chickens are funny looking straight on, especially with a beard and muffs.
I went to check on the chickens and was quite alarmed to see that many of them had red in their beard feathers. What the heck? Was someone bleeding and they all had a peck? Chickens will peck at anything red, especially blood. I started to look at each of them for injuries.
No. I had given them a watermelon end, and the bowl was a little deeper than usual. They had watermelon beards. Ha.
I put the weight numbers in my chart from our chicken health check the other day. Everyone is still putting on weight (especially Magic, who has nearly removed all the mud from her feathers at this point). Feet and bands look good, no creepy crawlies under the wings, and everyone’s vents are clear. Yay! They are also adjusting to the heat. When I checked on them, the temperature was 93 degrees F, and no one was panting. It was 7pm, there was a slight breeze,and the sun was going down, but I’ll take it.
Critters and Craft 