5 August 2017 – Sunny and highs in the upper 70s
Last year while we were in the camper, we were without cable TV or a satellite dish. After giving up television for several months, it seemed quite pointless to start paying for TV shows again. Consequently, we have been binging on Amazon and Netflix series for nighttime entertainment. The early evenings, however, belong to back porch, the sunsets, and the chickens.
Dave and I will often go down to sit by the garden in the early evening. Another really cool thing about the Black Hills is we don’t have any mosquitos. (Well, maybe I have seen one mosquito in a year, but it clearly took a wrong turn heading for Minnesota.) It makes sitting outside in the summer evenings really pleasant. We usually let the chickens out of their run to free range and scratch around in the yard. They are really funny to watch.
Our chickens were bought in two distinct groups. One group was “The Islanders” which are big white beautiful leghorn chickens, dubbed Ginger, MaryAnn, and Lovey. The leghorns are the supermodels of the chicken world; tall, long legged and elegant. They strut around like they own the place.
Then came “Charlie’s Angels” which are the stubby little fat faverole chickens, dubbed Sabrina, Smithy, and Farrah Fawcett. You may recall Sabrina became a hawk’s dinner, but the remaining faveroles have found their own places within the chicken society here on Hoten Holler. They are the stubby, short and they waddle around like overweight Walmart customers in the cookie aisle.
The queen chicken is definitely Ginger – a leghorn. She has worked her way to the top of the pecking order of all the other chickens and has been laying an egg daily.
We believe Ginger is organizing a coup (no pun intended) to overthrow us and become not only the queen of the chickens, but the queen of Stagecoach Springs. She will run up to us as soon as we open the coop and get right between our feet. If there is any delay in dropping a grape, raisin, or other chicken-worthy treat, she will peck our feet or the back of our knees. I threatened to make a chicken-football out of her for pecking at me. I shuffled my feet at her in a kicking motion thinking she would get spooked and fly off, but instead she bowed up to me swinging her head and neck in a circle. She was clucking at me, “Oh No You Di-int!!!” She’s an evil chicken, but I still love her.
At the other end of the pecking order is Farrah Fawcett. We should have named her President Martin Van Buren.
She is always getting pecked at and run around by the other girls. She is the complete opposite of Ginger and if you even blink at her she squawks and shuffles away as fast as she can on her stumpy little legs. She is a sweet chicken and I love her.
The other girls provide equal entertainment. I found a giant tomato worm in the garden and I threw it to the girls to eat.
MaryAnn grabbed it and ran all over the yard and the other chickens chased her to see what she may have found. She finally stopped to peck and eat that worm and they all descended on it. It was like watching a violent and gory episode of Game of Thrones. Poor tomato worm!
Anyway, that is how we spend our free time without cable TV….Chicken Reality Television in HD is definitely more fun to watch than the news.