I brought them their own feeder (with wormer and vitamins) and left them fresh water ( with the magic ingredient of apple cider vinegar) and hoped that they would settled in without a problem.
Rescue hens like these scrappy birds can be bullied terribly by an existing flock, so the quicker they find their feet, the better, and apart from a few minor skirmishes with the bad tempered Angostura....the ten new girls coped well with their first day
Mind you, I wounder what they made of my , somewhat over-the-top reaction when I was pushed to the absolute limit by the marauding starling horde later in the afternoon.
Hundreds of the little buggers had been sitting patiently in the Churchyard elms for most of the day as I pottered back and forth getting the field ready for the new onslaught of bad weather which is due on Saturday and when I turned my back the feeders went literally black with starling bodies stuffing their fat little faces with expensive layers pellets!
Seven times I scared the starlings away and seven times they retreated to the elms briefly before swooping down again when I had turned my back.
I moved the feeder.....still they returned
I Placed the solar radio on top of the feeder......still they returned
I stationed George to watch over the feed.......STILL they returned!!!
By the umpteenth "raid" I completely lost my cool and as the Wiley bastards sat in the trees laughing at me, I started to hurl the whole collection of tin feeding bowls up into the Elms whilst yelling "FUCK OFF ( first bowl) YOU NASTY ( next bowl!) SHITTY ( next bowl) LITTLE (enamel bowl!) GOB SHITE(?)-final bowl).......... BIRDS!!!!!" (Ran out of bowls so I lobbed a plastic rake!!!)
If you are reading this ( and I am talking about the two middle aged ladies tending a grave in the new Graveyard)
I apologise for my foul mouthed tirade and behaviour!!!
Today the weather has closed in and the freezing rain and bluster winds have returned....I am trying to get the cottage in order as Nuala ( my best friend from London) is due for a visit tomorrow- and I have to try to get rid of the cottage's doggy smells before she arrives.
Each dog needs a bath and I am just pondering just how I will carry a 24 kilo bulldog upstairs!
Meg before the scrap |
To add to the day's events, Meg and Constance have just decided to thrash out their female pecking order positions within the household.
The result was inevitable.....slight neurotic Welsh terrier versus quietly assertive mountain of female bulldog.....
All I heard was a mass of squealing and a few frantic barks, a couple of growls and then complete silence.
I walked into the kitchen to see a bored looking Constance standing over Meg who had been rolled onto her back.
The bulldog had used her considerable weight to pin Meg to the floor and was not going ANYWHERE!
I left them to it. and made a cup of coffee.
Neither bitch moved.
I stepped over them and sat at the kitchen table to watch what was going on.
Neither bitch moved.
George ambled over to have a sniff at both of them, and still neither bitch moved.
Then Meg tried to kick Constance off and without any fuss Constance flattened her to the floor even more.
I left them to it.......
Ten minutes later, they still remained locked together. So I grabbed the leads and called all the dogs for their walk.
Out trotted William and George followed by a rather relieved Meg and a quietly victorious Constance......
The bulldog is now alpha female and second in command to the benign William!
I was almost in tears with laughter at you losing your rag with the starlings, John - especially as the whole things was observed by two ladies tending a fresh grave. You HAVE to have your own TV series.
ReplyDeleteJohn, I'm glad your 'new girls' are settling in--They are a trim bunch! Glad Meg and Constance have kind of figured things out between them, but I have to wonder if it'll be like my house where we have issues every few months between 2 of my girls.
ReplyDeleteHave you tried putting up reflective tape or hanging old CD's to scare off the starlings? Or would it scare your poults too?
Sounds like the word is out across the Starling Network where the good eats are to be found...can only imagine your frustration with those persistant moochers!
ReplyDeleteNice that you let the girls sort themselves out.
My daughter (mother of Daisy the bulldog) also has a female cat, Hank. Neither animal realizes the other is not of their species, and a tousle for top 'girl' goes on quite regularly in their house. It's amazing that the 7lb cat quite often wins out over the 42lb bulldog.
>I apologise for my foul mouthed tirade and behaviour!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd you accuse me of getting angry at the drop of a hat :-o lol
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Tee hee.. Thanks for another good morning laugh, John! I'm sure those ladies looked up from tending at the yelling and flying bowls and then said, "oh...mustn't worry...it's just John".
ReplyDeleteI`m really glad to hear the new girls are settling in. They are rather slim aren`t they?
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh at your reaction to the starlings.
ReplyDeleteAt least the bowls and rake didn't get stuck in the trees which would have probably happened to me.
Starlings are not my favorite bird either...I applaude your attempts to rid the place of them.
ReplyDeleteI can envison the canine scene...so funny, but not for Meg.
the new chook looks well feathered. I've strted giving cider vinegar to Bruce- it worked so well with our girls, I though it would help him...just hope he doesn't start laying eggs!!
ReplyDeleteMark had a similar Expletive Episode one afternoon when the chainsaw wouldn't start.
Unfortunately an elderly couple had crossed the field to ask him directions but he had his back to them.
There were words that even I hadn't heard before!!
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Starlings, on of our least desirable British imports. They're an impossible chore to get rid of. But, I do wish I could have watched you trying.
ReplyDeleteLOL wish I could have seen that little tirade with the starlings...bet the ladies had a little giggle over that one. I do hate starlings though after they went out of their way to clean out our bird houses of all babies one spring in the city. Glad the new birds are feeling more comfortable...won't be long until they're fat and happy like the rest of your flock. Too bad about Constance and Meg but it's best to leave them to it I guess...as long as their's no blood. I hope today is a better one for you against the starlings. Enjoy your day.
ReplyDeleteMaura :)
I had to do a similar 'pinning down' with my Dad when he moved in with me to let him know who was calling the shots :)
ReplyDeletenever a dull day! those birds eating the feed do sound nasty! glad the new hens are well. lucky gals! hope the dog gals have worked it out also, ha ha.
ReplyDeleteAmazing how they will figure it all out 'their way'. And it usually works without our interference.
ReplyDeleteYou must have felt GREAT when you released all that primal yelling at those starlings! Keep it up, I am sure they were amused as well! lol
Jim
Thank you for the much needed belly laugh over the starling eradication tirade. I'm afraid I can be seen having similar outbursts over things that seem to be beyond my control.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your starling battles.
You show a picture of Meg "before the scrap" - what is she all bloody and missing an ear now?
ReplyDeleteI didn't feed and that particular batch of starlings has moved on. The little ones remain, of course you have to feed your flocks.....
As amusing as your account of 'the starling war', I am sure that it really could be a problem. I'm spending WAY too much on chicken feed right now and can't imagine feeding hundreds of interlopers in addition! Is there no way you can feed your birds inside of their pens?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad there was no blood shed between the girls. Poor Meg...
Poor Meg.
ReplyDeleteBut yes, quietly sorted.
I am sorry to laugh at your expense, but I had to chuckle.
Blasted starlings.
Hope the new girls fill out quickly. Glad to hear they are settling in quickly.
Strangely enough that's how my wife exerted her dominance over me when we first met.
ReplyDeleteCould you get an anamatronic Santa to act as a scarecrow?
now THERE'S an idea Dan!
ReplyDeleteAs chairperson of the British Starlings Protection League, I was frankly horrified by your admission of bloodthirsty starling abuse. These beautiful, acrobatic and resourceful members of the avian family have been a wondrous feature of our countryside for countless centuries. If one night you see an old white van, with BSPL on the side, parked near your designer mansion in Trelawnyd you should not be surprised to find cute little Constance missing in the morning. Be warned! Up The Starlings!
ReplyDeleteThat was brilliant. I love reading your latest installment over my coffee.
ReplyDeleteI DO NOT Like Starlings,Grackles or Red-winged blackbirds...They are bullies~!~! THe red-wing blackbirds sit on my blue bird houses and won't let them nest in the spring..I have 8 bluebird houses in my pasture..
ReplyDeleteThe Starlings and Grackles are such hogs at the feeders..and so are the red wings...So in the fall they all fly south and I'm rid of them for the winter. But in the spring they are back.. Don't know how to get rid of these birds other than I change my feed in the spring and summer.. I feed Safflower birdfood instead of Black oil sunflower.. They don't like Safflower..
I laughed at your postings this morning,, How did that work for you throwing all those things to the Starlings...LOL and then the dogs...You could have a circus there with all the amusement they give you...
Here in Iowa,, we have 5 inches of snow and it's so beautiful outside.. I need to go out and shovel the walks.. good excersise...
ta ta for now..
Maybe you could put up a big net ~ that way the birds can't get to the food..
John, your starlings battle is one that will go down in blog history. I laughed so hard. Dumb question for you though--what does the apple cider do? I am still learning about my chickens and need all the advice I can get :)
ReplyDeleteok I have to ask what is that the starlings do? I must be the only person who doesn't know this? Do they attack the other animals?
ReplyDeleteSounds like your girls have it all worked out. Guess it had to come eventually :O).
You have to run over and see a picture on my blog... its not the first one scrolllll down...
Verde farm!
ReplyDeleteApple cider vinegar is a natural tonic....it helps with bacterial infections, and boosts all poultry
the turkeys (which can suffer from blackgead) are also benefitted
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John...after having followed a link from somebody's blog I have been visiting your blog for a few weeks now and I pop in every couple or so days to catch up with what you are up to.
ReplyDeleteI just have to say that it's my favourite 'read of the week'. Some days like today I have laughed so much that I've nearly fallen off my chair and other days I have been close to tears.....as in the story of the latest hens.
Thanks so much for such a great blog.
Sheila
Awww, poor little Meg. I've got two females vying for the beta spot right now...actually they've been fighting off and on for more than a year now...I'd let them work it out, but they tend to get a lot rougher about things than Constance did.
ReplyDeletePoor Meg. She was there first. Constance has the weight advantage. Phooey!
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