It’s been quite some time since I’ve shared about my hens. I don’t know why I haven’t, I just haven’t.
I guess it’s been slightly depressing. I lost my favorite rooster, Captain Coward while I was gone to Steamboat this fall, and three hens- probably all to coyotes. There were 9 chicks born this summer, and despite my best efforts I lost all but one of them as well. So I’m down to three hens, and two roosters. One of the hens is the surviving chick from this summer. My hens haven’t laid since August, and frankly I think it’s because they’ve been too stressed out with the flock decreasing like it has. Poor guys.
All that aside, I still think I have the coolest chickens around, and I am going to do my best to keep them healthy so they can have more chicks for me this coming summer! Last week, before all the snow hit the ground I got a chance to snap some photographs of them and I figure since we all ate a bird yesterday this is as good a time as any to share. Though we won’t be eating these!
One of my blue hens:
One of my roosters- Mr. Peabody. I have no idea why I decided to call him that. It just sounded like a good name for a rooster.
Another rooster, Sarg.
The lone surviving chick from this year’s hatchlings. She doesn’t have a name as of yet. Her color is what is referred to as Partridge.