I'm going to have to engineer a way to keep him from doing that. I think I'm going to cut the bottom out of another pipe section and put that in for him and Jack. It's a darker and more secure place to hide than the big hut they share. It's not as easy to get on top of, but the baby girls figured it out. I think the boys can too.
- Supporter in 2020
They are now the alarm system for the herd. You can hear them all the way in the kitchen. One wheak from them is all it takes to get the rest of the piggies going. The other youngsters join them in wreaking and the older ones add to the sound by chewing on the cage wires. It gets quite loud and it goes on until they get what they want. What they don't know is that I love hearing it; well maybe not the cage biting, but thats ok. I work quickly so that part stays at a minimum. All in all, Kahlua and Jack are very good boys.
I feel satisfaction in everything I do for them and my reward is the love and closeness they have for me in return. I rather enjoy everything to do with their care,, even the dirty job of changing their bedding. Every single one of them trusts me. They always come up to greet me whether I have food for them or not. They always get something, whether its food or attention. I'm living the dream with them and we are all happy.
I actually had them to where they would come up to me and nibble my finger but now they scurry to their tunnel. Another thing that has changed is that their cage is sitting higher up than it was before, since they're sitting on top of the girl's cage now. That works out to be about shoulder level on me. I imagine it's a little more scary for them to be eye level with me when they're used to being lower. It's only been a day and I expect they'll get used to it very soon.
I think it might have been my daughter's theory that my chickens thought I was just a head. When I come to the kitchen window and give them food, I am mainly a head. At night on their perches, perhaps all they see is a head, propped up on some sort of contraption.