I have birds in my bathroom. The girls are growing by the nanosecond. Bossy intimidates me even though I pretend like I am brave when I am around her but the other two are sweet and curious. Would I be able to tell if I had a rooster by now? If Bossy isn’t a rooster, she is one helluvan assertive bitch. Cripe, I hope I don’t have a rooster.
I opened up the brooder to make more space for my little flock. I am starting to panic a bit that they will need their coop before it is ready, but I suppose they could just crash in our bed with me, my husband, our kid, 75-pound dog , 17-pound cat and 10-pound cat. There’s always room. Besides, they would just perch up on our curtain rods anyway.
My system with the old oilcloth and pine chips is working magically. Every few days, I sweep up the shavings and chicken poo and throw it on my compost pile. I will, however, have to be sure to add nitrogen to the heap to offset the large amount of carbon currently being added with the wood chips.
Two of my chickens, Bossy and Ida, have a stump for a toe or talon or whatever you might call it. They are missing a toenail and the tip of the piggy is rounded and discolored. It doesn’t seem to affect their peeping and pooping so I am not too worried about it. Someone tell me if I should be.
Here are Ida, Bossy P (she’s scary, huh?) and Clementine: