He had a lot of birds, and a lot of different kinds of birds, too. Funny thing was, a few days later he had my Tom listed for sale. Not sure what the deal is. He only wants what he paid for it, claims his wife is getting him a tom for Christmas or some such thing. Who knows. Not my bird any more. And he was the one came looking specifically for a Black Tom, because we were going to eat it for Thanksgiving, but he wanted it. So why not sell it?
Back home.
Back home.
The birds have taken to hanging out under a brush pile just beyond the back yard near the hay barn. Not sure what draws them out there. I can still see them from the back yard. Maybe it is that there is more grass and less mud and such like there is in the yard. I've been letting them run in the yard trying to save their run area for when it gets worse, but looks like they may have already trashed it. So they go out there and sit in the grass and soak up the sun. I think.
And so far nothing has bothered them. Not sure how much of an actual fight the geese or the tom would put up, but they surely wouldn't just roll over. And there would be lots of noise.
OK, the first pic is of some of my hens in the brush.
The second is actually one of my roosters. He has a small comb, but rooster still the same.
This is the brush pile and if you look close you can see them all back under the brush.
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