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Showing posts with label The Speckled Sussexes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Speckled Sussexes. Show all posts
Meet the Flock Roundup – August 2017
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!"
Meet the Flock Roundup – July 2017
Suddenly, after celebrating her one-month
birthday, Paula the Salmon Faverolles chick is starting to look like a teenage
chicken. Look at the feathers sprouting all over her legs & her pretty
salmon colored wing feathers!
Squawky the Speckled Sussex chick looks longingly
out the window at the great wide world. A week after this shot, the chicks had
their first opportunity to go outside!
Leaving Chickhood Behind – The Hipster Chicks Move Out of the Woodshed
On
Saturday evening, I went into the woodshed with the bag of dried mealworms. The chicks know this bag of deliciousness on
sight and gathered around for a treat.
Valerie and Squawky, who are not shy, ate some delightful treats right
out of my hand while the others blissfully pecked them off the floor. Then Valerie, as she often does, hopped right
into my hand. That’s when I closed my
hand around her and shoved her into the cat carrier that my wife, Kathy, was
holding. I also nabbed Squawky before
she could run away and put her in the carrier with Valerie. Both chicks cried out continuous shrill peeps
of fear and alarm, and the others scattered for the corners of the woodshed. We carried these two little girls down the
hill to the pole barn and released them into the new coop that I’d prepared for
them. The time had come for these
nine-weeks-old chicks to take the next step towards henhood.
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