On Father's Day I tucked a greeting card for Eric in the door of the coop near ground level, as if it were from the chickens. Stella was NOT pleased about the bright green envelope in HER space. She paced in front of it and squawked for almost 2 hours until Eric went outside and discovered it. As soon as he took it out of the door Stella was quiet and went about her business. It was the funniest thing.
Stella is always the first to alert us when the waterers or oyster shells need refilling or if she feels that her personal space is being violated. We've had many visitors over the years and she'll tolerate guests for a while, but when she's had enough she lets us know it.
Here's a story I plucked from our old chicken blog. This incident happened a few years ago when I actually described Stella as being "mild mannered." ha! Read on...
April 15, 2010
Don't fence me in!
A few weeks ago, Eric created a rather large area in the back of the yard for the chickens to romp in. They've been very happy scratching in the dirt, finding juicy worms and reorganizing the straw. All was well.
But...with these amazingly warm spring days, it's time to start thinking about planting our veggie garden. So, I asked Eric to reduce the chicken playground area to create a space for planting. When he went out and moved the chicken fence, the girls were visibly upset, especially mild-mannered Stella. She stood by the fence and squawked VERY loudly for several minutes. Poor chicken. How do you explain the situation to a bird with a brain the size of a peanut??
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