That last straggler through the automatic chicken door was Gertie, who has proclaimed herself Favorite Chicken. They all swirl around when I step into the coop, but while the others run after scattered treats, Gert hangs out until I pick her up for a neck scritch. I don’t know whether she is slow, sweet, or working on an Evil Plan to dominate me.
The weekend project was anticlimatic. There were no tears and no bloodshed. What there was, was the absence of (2) Part 200211, Door Third Panel, and (2) extra Part 200216, Door First Panel. So until the panel parts get sorted out, the project remains in pieces.
I used the time saved on the composter project to build a snack bar for the chickens. There are blunted screws to spike watermelon, corn cobs and such so that the girls don’t roll everything around in the dirt.
Here are Tina Fey, Del or Mel (??) and Susan posing for Rick and his fancy camera. I am cautiously beginning to believe Del and Mel are girls, because Honi has been crowing for a couple of weeks and they haven’t.
Rick left for The Ci-tay tonight and tomorrow Maggie (Not Her Real Name) is leaving for a week, too. Which means that our spouses are either trusting or just plain crazy, because Bjorn (Not His Real Name) and I have chicken coop chores to get done this week. We are decent folk, but you can hardly hold us responsible for what passions may erupt around installing the automatic watering system and building nest boxes. We are only human.
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Karen 06.09.08 at 5:52 am
Watching the automatic door was a bit like waiting for the serial killer to jump out from behind a tree in a horror movie. What anticipation.
Sorry to hear about the composter situation. It’s always that way. I think there are a bunch of pot heads that put the bix boxes together and think it’s funny to leave a pertinent piece out, say like a door part!
Has it occurred to you and Bjorn (Not His Real Name) that possibly it’s not that they trust you, but are leaving together?!?!?! Being the pessimist and all I’m just saying. I’m sure that they know the sultry nature of nest box building, why would they be so silly?
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Toi 06.09.08 at 6:47 am
You should just leave that composter for when I move in. I’ll get it fixed up right away for you. How much duct tape do you have? Should I bring my own?
Have you considered playing music every time that door opens and closes? I think it would be so dramatic and I bet Gertie would love it.
You should consider what Karen has said about the spouses. She’s usually right about those things. And everyone everywhere knows about the sultry nature of nest box building.
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dana wyzard 06.09.08 at 9:54 am
What I noticed was, at the end of the sliding door opening, two chickens inside the coop looked out, then scurried away from the opening and stayed inside.
For all I know, they could still BE inside, plotting or stealing eggs.
Since they seem to slip and slide on that ramp, have you thought of adding rubber cement to it? Krazy Glue would make for a fun video too!
As for duct tape….I have it in all colors. Like I always say, “If you can’t fix it with duct tape, f*** it!”
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Kathi D 06.09.08 at 9:23 pm
I totally get what you’re sending. I should have known that “babysitting with the grandchildren” was code for “stealing your man.” That hussy!
I have plenty of duct tape but I am a little short on WD-40.
What music would be appropriate for chicken door opening?
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