8 Little, 9 Little, 10 Little Chickens

ImageOk, seriously.  We’re done.  For now.  I mean we’re done.  For good.  I think.

Why oh why would City Farmer’s Nursery have had baby dinosaurs chicks luring me in with their fluffiness?  I’m not really sure if it was the deliciousness of our lunch at Nate’s Garden Grill, but somehow I caught Rob in a moment of weakness and we brought home two itty bitty Buff Orpingtons.  It’s been a few weeks now, so they are finally getting their feathers and hanging out with the larger ladies during the day.  By night they sleep in a Rubbermaid bucket with ridiculously awesome upholstery fabric covering the top.  Again, this was an impulse buy so one cannot fault one’s husband for taking said awesomeness and placing it atop the baby-bird makeshift shelter.  Said fabric was on clearance.  It was on clearance.  Deep breath, it was ON CLEARANCE.

We seem to have been able to get the dogs accustomed to these little chicks and it seems like we can almost trust them with the chickens now.  They are generally more interested in the chicken accommodations than the actual birds, so we hope that’s a good sign.  See what I mean?1y2TmdUCG2yMgVr1uK0-AK6YNXv97Pn78ykWuAbT2_8

In fact, Poppy has made herself so comfortable around the chickens that she has become our egg-hunter.  Florence and Lavender went through an Easter Bunny phase and would only lay eggs down the hill, in an undisclosed, undiscoverable, ohmygodaretheyeggboundandgoingtodie location.  This was a bummer because a) the thought of dealing with egg bound chickens so early in the game was not on our list of fun b)we couldn’t find them c) we kinda got chickens for their eggs and d) their eggs are awesome blue and green and we might just maybe covet them a little.  So, as we kept the chickens in their uphill coop/run area for a week to try to reestablish nesting in the coop, Poppy did this.  Like four times.


Bless her heart.  Scout, however, is less interested in birds or eggs, and more interested in sniffing every. single. footstep.


We’re pretty happy with our little (ish?) flock, and I think they are pretty happy too.  They haven’t said as much, but I feel like they are trying to drop subtle hints.  Lavender lets Rob catch her every now and then, Florence is getting picked on less, Gertrude whispers sweet nothings when I steal her egg away from under her (or maybe you’d call it hissing).  I may be personifying a bit.  Yeah, most likely.  I’m pretty sure they have the attention spans of  goldfish  but look at this, I mean…GoldaLee and Ginger are just so sweet!  Could they possibly be any happier?!


Oh, and as a final aside, I love this coop and the way it sits under the Tangelo Tree.  I foresee a broken arm or two in our future when Dude starts climbing  among them.  Ahhhhhh sweet suburban tranquility.


And Then There Were Eight


It has been a couple of weeks since the second half of our lovely lady hens joined our backyard menagerie.  The first four (Rosie, Agnes, Prudence and Millicent) weren’t so sure about sharing their new luxury accommodations with their former neighbors.  We expected some backlash from moving two sets of four hens into one coop, but whoa!  We quickly had to make a trip to our local feed store for supplies and I spent about 900 hours Googling “pecking order chickens cannibalism.”

It turns out our sweet Florence is a bit of a dullard, and some of the other ladies are of a mind to punish her for her lack of wits.  Yes, my friends, Flo is dumb even for a chicken.  But, she’s got great highlights and she throws down a gorgeous khaki green egg, so we think that she may just be a bit of a Marilyn Monroe type. In other words, those other chicks are just jealous.  Florence joined us with a big ol’ patch of feathers missing from her luscious behind and with a little help from Blu-Kote, Rooster Booster, Vetricyn and a LOT of free-ranging, the other girls are pecking our poor Flo a bit less these days.  She knows who will tolerate her (her previous three roomies) and who won’t (those snobby Rhode Island Reds and Barred Rocks.)  Who knew we’d be dealing with sorority drama so soon?


Our coop just needs a fresh set of cedar shake shingles, because, you know, these are some picky chickens, and then we will officially be DONE with the world’s most over-thought hen-house.  In the meantime, we are being showered with gorgeous eggs and lots of chicken t.v. time.  The daycare kids just love to babble at the hens and the hens babble back.  There’s really nothing better.

Talk about Easter eggs!

And, without further ado, here are our four newest ladies.

Florence, an Araucana who lays a green egg (See?  Jealousy.)


Gertrude, a French Copper Maran who lays a large brown egg with fine brown specklesImage

Lavender Blue Dilly Dilly , an Araucan who lays a perfectly retro 1950’s diner-style light blue eggImage

Henrietta, a French Copper Maran who lays a large brown egg with large dark brown splattersImage

Next up?  Keeping dogs, babies, and chickens out of the watermelon patch.  Happy Spring!