This was almost a good shot, only five seconds too late. The good one got away.
Gandy has calmed down around the chickens. Her first encounters of a former batch in her first year she only delighted in terrorizing through the chain link. Man, she could make those birds dance. These, she does not care to–and could not–intimidate. Quite the opposite.
The two surviving birds from the three Ann “found” looking for a good home have now become full sized birds and are quite bold. The shot I wish I’d captured had Gandy standing face to face with the two birds across the wire. I knew it was going to happen, and wish my camera had been just a few seconds faster: one of them pecked her nose through the fence.
She didn’t have a response for that other than to immediately sit down and think about it. And that’s when the shutter finally snapped. Almost but not quite a keeper.
Another almost shot happened at Zion Lutheran where we visited Sunday. During the “share the peace” (which I always refer to as “pass the microbes”) I turned around and found a mother coaxing her small son to give up something from his mouth. And yes I had my camera, which, if poised, would have captured him slowly and reluctantly extruding a Hershey’s Kiss, foil wrapper and all.
By the way, it was just two days ago we finally discovered for sure which of the original birds was doing the crowing. Had to be the one we’d seen servicing one of the new hens. Nope. While one was crowing, the other was making babies. We have two roosters and want two less than that.