My apologies dear readers! Remember those many weeks of posts where I simply listed all of the things that were planned and I was simply waiting for the time to pass so that I could partake of the rewards of my labor? Well, the plans have come to some serious fruition!
My, my, my...where to start!
The chickens are now even BIGGER (if you can possibly imagine that!) weighing in at about 5 lbs each. They will be excellent eatings and I am looking forward to next month when we will finally have our very own EGGS! WOO! They are eating about 7lbs of food every three days. Sadly, but necessarily I had to take the 3 other roosters out of the enclosed pen...the cockerls were starting to fight rather viciously among themselves. Yes, I know they do not have spurs, BUT it wont be long before they do. (When it was all 10 birds in the coop, they were consuming about 7lbs of feed every other day!)
Surge has been growing like a weed. He is now 4 months and EASILY 50lbs! He loves his bread, but nibbles on his food, not what I expected from a dog his size. I guess his stomach hasn't had a chance to catch up with his legs!
Surge, 4 months.
He is incredibly protective of the chickens. When I first let the cockerels out he would chase them, but that really is not in his nature and may of his more annoying behaviors are simply because he IS on a chain (for 2 more weeks, thank god) and needs to RUN.
I was looking out the window, keeping an eye on my little flock, when I noticed our cat Reaper sneaking up to the chicken coop. The cockerels have decided they will bed down underneath it at night. It seemed Reaper was planning a midnight snack, which is fairly ridiculous because he is a horrible hunter. Surgeon watched him approach from the comfort of his dog house the coop and never moved. He continued watching, as did I. When Reaper came within about a foot of the coop, Surgeon sprang from his dog house and chased the cat away.
I am not sure if he is trying to play with Reaper or if Surgeon knows the cat could be a real threat. Either way, I smiled and fell more deeply in love with my ever watchful Anatolian. My furry "shot-gun."