Snowball the Silkie Rooster: Feeling very modern and sophisticated in his
fancy new hen pen.
Emile the Bantam Cochin Roo: "You conniving
scoundrel! Here you are in my coop with that menacing camera contraption again!
You've been warned! If you harm my hens in any way you will feel the wrath of
my fierce spurs!"
Paul, the frizzled bantam Cochin: My handsome, small auxiliary rooster.
Paulette, one of my pretty Cream Legbar hens:
This is a shot from the summer of 2016. She
was about two months old in this picture - about age this year's chicks are
right now.
Jennifer the White Crested Polish hen: She’s looking quite proud of her gorgeous
crest.
Squawky the Sussex chick: Sitting on the roost in the chicken gazebo
thinking deep thoughts. This shot was from the chicks’ last day in the woodshed
and gazebo. The next day I moved the
chicks into their new coop in the pole barn.
Mary the free-spirited and petite Golden
Campine: Since Mary's in her fifth year,
I have no great expectations from her for egg production - but she's been
rocking and rolling this summer. She gives me a pretty little white egg almost
every day!
Pippi the Speckled Sussex pullet: How could anybody not love this face!
Emile, my alpha rooster, developed an eye
problem. There was no swelling and no discharge, but he kept his eye closed all
of the time and it obviously bothered him a lot. My suspicion was that he had been poked
or pecked in the eye and my hope was that after a few days this good little
rooster’s eye would be back to normal. His eyes are the eyes of the flock – he always
sounds the alarm and moves the flock to the safety of the coop whenever there
is any danger be it real (a dangerous hawk) or perceived (me pushing the scary
garden cart down the hill). With Emile
on the sidelines, Paul, the small substitute rooster stepped up to the
leadership challenge by strutting around the coop and crowing a lot!
The good news was that after about a week, Emile's problem eye was completely back to
normal and he once again had two eyes to be the watchful guardian of the
Hipster Hens.
Angitou the Golden Polish hen: Contemplating
the universe from somewhere beneath her bountiful crest.
The majority of the chickens in my flock are in
their fifth year, so it isn’t surprising that some of the girls are showing
their age, nor is it surprising that I continue to lose some of them. But it’s
still dispiriting each time a hen dies. Buffy the Buff Orpington passed away at
the end of August. Kathy and I were out of town on vacation, and Ashley, our
fantastic chicken sitter, was providing care. When she noticed Buffy was under
the weather, she turned her over to Heidi and Grant, neighbors who are not only
wonderful people, but also very competent flock keepers and are both vets to
boot. So I know that Buffy was in good hands, but sadly, she passed away before
we returned home. I’ll miss this little girl, but as is the case with all my
chickens, I am comforted by the fact that she had a good life.
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