Meet the Flock Roundup—January & February, 2018




Here’s Squawky the Speckled Sussex pullet. Not only is she pretty, but she’s got to be the world’s friendliest chicken. She makes it hard for me to walk through the chicken run because she’s always right there with me – right underfoot!


Here's my super-sweet little Golden Laced Wyandotte pullet, Valerie, who seems to understand very well how to pose for a picture.


He’s cute! He’s curly! He’s Cochin! He’s Paul, my frizzled bantam Cochin rooster!


Here’s a pic of Paula the Salmon Faverolles pullet late last fall, just before the first snow. All of my current chicken photography is happening indoors since the Hipster Hens think the whole idea of going out into the snow is insane.


Moe the Salmon Faverolles says, “Take the picture now! This is my good side!”


A thick frozen blanket of snow covers the chicken run right now, but every night on the roost all the Hipster Hens dream about pecking and scratching in the warm soil. This pic is Nicky (the Chicky) and Marissa Cream Legbar from last summer.


You know those types who are intelligent AND attractive AND talented AND personable. You would love to dislike them for their perfection but they’re so intelligent, attractive, talented, and personable that you just automatically love them! Meet Pippi the Speckled Sussex Pullet—she’s one of those!


Emile the rooster spent a night in the basement chicken infirmary at the end of last week. When I opened the coop door to get the chickens settled in for the night on Friday, I was horrified to see that Emile was drenched in blood. I immediately assumed he’d been in some sort of awful rooster fight, but once I gave him a quick exam it was obvious that wasn’t the problem at all. The very tip of his comb had gotten frostbitten, and then the scab had gotten dislodged (pecked off by another chicken?) Chicken combs are filled with capillaries and blood, and if injured can bleed a LOT! Emile got a trip to the house for a bath and a blow dry and an application of antiseptic and styptic powder to his wounded comb to insure proper healing. Early Saturday morning, before sunup, I put him back on the roost in the dark coop. He was sooo happy to be back home and I’m sure he couldn’t imagine how the flock ever managed to cope while he was gone.


A shot from last June: Snowball the Silkie rooster, and his pal, the sweet black Silkie hen, Emily, who left us in August, but will be loved and remembered always.


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