|Yesterday, with a crop full of oatmeal!|
We planned on driving out to Estacada, OR to a chicken rehabilitation farm called Oregon Peeps next Tuesday. Pete, the owner, also works at The Urban Farm Store where we got all of our chickens, but Cam and I thought it would be a fun day trip to drive Shelldon to the actual farm and see where he'd be spending his days. I also wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to him because he's funny to have around, although lately becoming a nuisance with his crowing, and chasing the dogs, and overall "cocky" attitude. I figured a few more days with him would be perfect. But when Cam sent me a picture of LayLa after the "mate" and told me what had gone down I was angry! I know that it's nature, but these are my baby girls! He put LayLa in the coop and closed the door to the run because Shelldon was relentless and kept chasing her. When I came home I barely said "hello" to the dogs and ran out to the run. Her neck looked much better than it had in the picture, but she was definitely acting like she had been defeated. That's the only way I can describe it. I brought her in the house and let her drink some milk while I made her oatmeal and she kept making this sound that I had not heard any of the chickens make before. It was a coo, very low and gentle, kind of..sad. Cam recognized it too so I know that I wasn't being that crazy, and her fluffy chicken butt that I love so much was wet - almost like she sat in water.
|Today after the "mate"|