. . . . continued from the previous post: SILENT MORNING
Lil'White has a passive-aggressive streak.
Here's what she does to annoy the gals:
She hogs the nest-box.
She doesn't necessarily lay an egg...sometimes she sits there all puffed up and serious-like, and never lays anything.
Lucy and Pigeon walk in and look at her, walk out, walk in again, impatiently waiting their turn.
This just makes Lil'White sit there longer.
She's not broody. The sound of a little chicken-scratch being tossed on the ground is all it takes to rouse her from the nest, and she forgets all about brooding.
But on a recent hot sunny day as I worked in the studio, I looked out the window and noticed Lil'White hadn't come out... for hours. I went to check on her.
When I opened the lid of the nestbox,
she looked up at me with her beak wide open, gasping.
It was really hot in there.
I lifted her out and placed her on the grass, offered her some water but she could barely stand up, let alone drink.
So I whisked her across the yard to Marky's brand-new supersized water bowl and I plunked her feet in the cool water.
Marky wasn't sure he liked that.
I put her back on the lawn but she still wouldn't drink - she just kept gasping.
So I lifted her golden wings and patted water in her armpits.
Although I was concerned for her, I did enjoy this rare moment communing with my beautiful stand-offish Orpington... She'd never tolerate such attention when she's feeling well.
After about 20 minutes Lil'White took a drink and began to perk up a bit, so I took her to a shady place where Lucy and Pigeon were grazing.
Lil'White just stood where I'd placed her.
Now, Lucy and Lil'White have never been close. They are flock-mates, they're cordial, but it's not a friendship, and they do not gravitate toward each other.
So I watched with interest when, as soon as I placed Lil'White on the lawn, Lucy limped slowly over to her and sat down beside her. It was clear that Lucy understood what had happened to Lil'White, and was showing concern for her.
Lil'White, oblivious to Lucy's gesture, turned and walked away.
And that was o.k. because that was Lil'White.
I think Lucy is just.... different.
I have never met another animal, nor many other people, as sensitive, compassionate and dignified as Lucy is.
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As for the hot henhouse, I solved the problem right away. I cut a new window for some cross-ventilation, and it's much cooler in there now.
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