I had more fun yesterday killing blackberries late in the day. There are more than I thought and I find those that I missed as I go back over the areas I did last week. Amongst the wilted canes and leaves the bold culprits stand defiantly green and strong, so I sight the direction of the cane back to earth and go in again fo the kill.
One of Lib's chooks, Myrtle, is broody again and to lock her up at night it's necessary to pick her up and carry her from her nesting spot on the deck and put her in the pen. Penny goes in by herself, she knows you have food to give and she's hungry. Broody Myrtle shows no interest in food but once locked in she picks up leaves from the ground and tosses them over one shoulder then the other, not that she has shoulders, but you get the drift I hope. Gord said he and Lib noticed her do this the day before and wondered why she did it. It really is quite a graceful action. I assume it's some sort of nesting impulse.
Henny hungrily devoured shredded cheese, lettuce, meat etc from her dinner pack then astounded Gord and I by going over to Myrtle and putting food in her beak, as if in some kind sisterly act of concern for her unwell friend. Strange things chooks.
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