Oli Throws Down for the Girls

The last time Maisie ran after the chickens, her butt got a significant butt-pecking, which is sort of like a butt-kicking in human terms.  Since then she has steered clear of Oliver the Sultan, and has let him rule his sultanate as he pleases, until today.

Maisie a "bird dog" at heart,  is having a heck of a time leaving those chickens alone. So today, like viruses that get smarter, and more virulent over time, even in the face of the dreaded Z-Pack (ya, you guessed it, we are fighting off the death cough here, but I digress), decides she will in all her wileyness glory, chase down our littlest hen, Bonnie. She locks her into her crosshairs,  and like a heat seeking missile launches off the side porch with only one thing in mind... chicken McNugget! Well maybe not McNugget, but chew toy for sure.  Whoa there Nelly, what's this??!! An intercepting infra-feathered surface-to-fur sensor package disguised as a rooster! The ISSP appeared to be in seek-and-peck mode as the canine in question became increasingly aware of the warhead quickly bearing down on her. For the sake of self preservation, and to avert further embarrassing butt-peckings, Maisie veered off and ran to the safety of the woodpile in the front yard.

As our household lowers it's chicken defense warning system from red to yellow, the birds live to squawk another day, and I have a new found respect, and dare I say deepening affection for our Oli.

Next up: Still that little tour of the McCondo, right?

Just saying Oli....

oh okay, and roosters

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Oli's Neverending Day

Oli is getting quite a lot of attention today... mainly because he's so obnoxious. So last night we are at the Tractor Supply store to buy more wood shavings as warm bedding for the McCondo (because the McCondo is THAT large). The chickens have been getting off relatively easy this winter with balmy 45F days in January and not much lower than 20F at night. But, this could change at any moment, although I privately hope not as I strive to support the effects of global warming this winter by driving a Wrangler that gets 20mpg, eating massive amounts of meat, and keeping the indoor temperature of our rather humble abode at 85F, well I cheat with the help of a woodburning stove.

Oh, getting a bit cool insider, better close that front door.

So, bedding, yes, while I was grabbing a giant bag of pine shavings, my husband spied a "must have" on the sale table, "Just six bucks!" he proudly announced as I opened our little present. Oh Oli, this can't be good...of course we jest. As a particularly non-prophetic move, we hung it by the spices.

Oli, we kid, really

Next: Oh I don't know, maybe more Oli, maybe not, maybe the McCondo?

Oli's Antics

Oli spends much of the day crowing, and crowing, and crooowwwing. He crows in the morning to be let out of the coop, he crows haughtily when he is let out, he crows possessively while rounding up his harem, he crows when noisy people walk by on the street, he crows when I let the dog out, he crows when the UPS truck drops off a package, and when the mailman arrives, and when I leave the house, when I return home, when I stand by the window or door surveying our little yard, Oli crows just to hear himself crow and I'm worried the neighbors are getting fed up!

 Oli's second favorite activity (okay, maybe third), is acting all macho ("Description of someone manly, specifically someone who ignores or endures discomfort to maintain the appearance of manliness. The height of macho is jogging home after your own vasectomy." UrbanDictionary.com)...oddly this definition came to mind, hmm. So I've included a video of Oli doing the Baryshnikof a la seconde, (a side step of sorts), with the intention of picking a fight. Bring it Oli!

Next up: Well, I did say I'd do a McCondo tour, so I guess that is next on the agenda! Really.

Forget you, and your doggie too...

 

It's a two-fer, two video posts in one day!

The girls' cousins sing Cee Lo Green's "Forget Youz" to Maisie and Me

That's Amore

As promised, I now have a video of Oli exhibiting his Baryshnikof moves,  however not whole heartedly, booo...I'll try to get him first thing in the morning as he rolls (quite literally) out of bed.

Next up: The chickchicks spread their wings...a tour of the new chicken McCondo.

Oli Outs Himself and Everybody Else

To say "Oli gets his jiggy on" is the understatement of the year, well not counting that the year is only three days old. He is so full of his crowing and his dancing, and his stalking, and bossing, and puffing, shaking, strutting, self; that I'm afraid everyone within earshot is going to hold a moratorium to have him renamed Stew, and that's not short for Stewart.

The Sultan and his Harem of Two

Every morning sometime between five and six o'clock he lets at least four crows rip, then again at about 7:15. That's when I let him out of the coop, or shall I say facilitate the "Open up or I'm busting down this door" move.  Sleepily and a bit warily I approach the henhouse, or more accurately the chicken coop, NOT the Oliver Sultanate as HE would prefer. Earlier this winter I had hung a flappy rubber door over the opening at the top of the ramp into their sleeping quarters. On cold nights I balance a dustpan against the flaps to shore it up a bit more. It is my job as official "Release the Chickens! person"  to remove the dustpan so that the chickens can gingerly push their way through the flaps into the bright sunshine of the day. Oli of course stands first in line, and short of head butting the dustpan, barrels out through the flaps like a clown rolling into a circus ring. He continues down the ramp stylin' a la Jackie Chan until he scissor kicks into the great outdoors where he instantly morphs into Baryshnikof,  sweeping "a la seconde" in my direction,  and finishing with a pirouette.  All the while he fixes his beady eyes on mine illciitng either a full-on laugh at his rather girly antics, or depending on my mood a bellowing, "Bring it on!", and then under my breath , "You stupid beast."

Oli Shakes His Groove Thang

Beady stare....beeeee...deeee.....stare

I was telling our friend Clint about this, who seems to know more about chicken rearing than I.  He reported that his rooster challenged his wife Kate all the time, even though she kicked back at him while carrying a pitchfork or rake, or some such semi-lethal instrument. Clint felt that perhaps the rooster saw her as an adversary. He suggested picking the bird up and showing it some affection, to sort of break him down with looovve..uh huh! (Do I hear Barry White playing?) Willing to try anything, I decided to give it a go the next day.  I pulled him out of the side door effectively aborting any Chan/Baryshnikof moves, and quite surprisingly he tolerated my cudding! I placed him sweetly upon the earth and waited...all of two seconds before he started plié-ing and tour jete-ing, and once again fixing his beady stare on me.  Fine! Fine! We'll see who wins this fowl war!

Next up: A video of Oli impersonating Baryshnikof, and the continuing saga of woman versus rooster.