As if he didn't have enough jobs around here - alerting us to visitors, guarding the house, chasing Big John around - Tribett has taken on another role: babysitter of the devil chicks.
I've started letting the Ameracauna chicks out during the day. What started out as a dozen cute, cuddly fuzzballs has turned into a dozen loud, obnoxious screamers. Hence the name Devil Chicks. They are awful! Lucky for them they'll lay blue-green eggs. That's about all that is standing in the way of them turning into chicken and dumplings.
Ever since their first day in the playpen, Tribett has taken a keen interest in these babies. At first, I thought he was just curious - I even worried he would try to hurt them. But instead, he has appointed himself their guardian. Whenever they are out, he's close by, keeping everyone else at bay. When they get into trouble, wandering where they shouldn't (which is often,) Tribett lets me know. If anyone or anything gets too close to his chicks, his head goes down and his neck comes out, and he takes care of the problem!
Tribett the babysitter ... I love that goose!
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