Category Archives: Chickens
Seriously, how does a month go by so quickly? Seems like life keeps getting busier and I’m not exactly how that happens. Of course, I’m preaching to the choir… Isn’t that what people complain about most? That and the weather anyway. So enough of that… Here’s some photos of my chickens. I’ve had them a little while now but they lived at a friend’s house for over a month so that they could move here when they toughen up. I’m certainly not ready to have chicks here but am able to take care of teen-agers (teen-eggers?)
My personal favorite, Lady Hawk. I’ve always wanted a hawk to fly and this gal reminds me of one with her beautiful coloring. I believe she’s an Americauna/Aracauna. She is our second to most tame chick right now, but most of the girls are taming down very quickly. Annie certainly has no problem going out to the coop by herself to hold the chickens.
This inquisitive gal is named Blanche after the character on “The Golden Girls.” She is a Golden Campine and is very sure of herself, watches the camera, and has no problem forcing herself on you. She jumped up on me last night, made it up to my shoulder. I tried to get photos of the two of us but with a 50mm prime, I couldn’t zoom out and had a hard time holding my camera far enough away… Resulting in me smiling in the background with a chicken rear in focus. Who knew chicken-keeping could be so humorous?
I have three Columbian Wyandottes (pictured in the middle) and only one has a name, whom I will introduce here shortly. But I just like the peeking one here.
Yep, I bought a rooster. Why? Well, fertile eggs are healthier for you than not. Do I like roosters? Not normally, we’ll see just how long Lefty lasts. He is also a Golden Campine and the smallest bird in the coop. What he lacks in size, he certainly makes up for in manliness, well, atleast in attempting. He is starting to crow, or atleast sounds like something is dying. We’ll see how well he perfects it as he matures. And hopefully he will maintain his manners and be respectful of us human kinds.
I love this hens beautiful colors, she’s like a sunset, or a summer’s day, or perhaps an autumn day. The gold and blue mix together beautifully, and she has a quiet demeanor.
Okay, so she has a sense of humor too. This one makes me laugh out loud.
This is Annie’s chicken, Pretty. She would not pose for me in the slightest, every shot I have of her is of the back of her head or taken from above. She was a busy little bird! But Pretty is oh so sweet, and named quite perfectly by my daughter. So pretty.
We have three Welsummers, and each are big, bold, and beautiful. Such a gorgeous chicken! And very docile too.
And for those who need a little encouragement, in a world full of copy cats, be yourself! A golden campine pictured amongst my meat birds — all named “Bone Head.” We try not to get attached to animals we’re raising for meat.
Two things that I’ve never liked, are now residing here. First, geese (I was raised with and attacked by geese) which I swore I’d never have — and now chickens which I have very willingly let my mother-in-law have the monopoly on in the family. I’ve never been a person who liked birds all that much — sure, grandma’s parakeet was fun but to have my own? Well that’s something I never really saw coming. But so far, I’m enjoying it. The geese are only two weeks old and already mowing the grass like no one’s business, and their hind end is also contributing to the fertilizing around here. It’s also fun to have them follow me around while I garden and putter outside.
And because chicks are so fragile (unlike geese) we picked ours up from the post office and took them straight over to some dear friends of ours, the Holdings, so they could have a warm safe place which was prepared for them and around 100 of their closest friends scheduled to arrive next week (this is for many people, all on one order.)
What amazed me right off the get-go was their inability to see that they need food and water. The geese were instantly ready for sustenance, but the chicks were still confused about the whole issue. I sprinkled some feed on the floor of their pen and they started pecking. They were very lost on the water issue and it took many introductions of water on a finger tip then put on their beak – back and forth until they figured it out on their own. Finally they did, and we all rejoiced.
This is Lefty – he was partially squished by the heating pad in the box. When I opened the box I saw all these moving chicks and quickly assumed they’d all travelled well. Then I noticed little limbs sticking out from under the heating pad and thought for sure we’d lost one. To my surprise, Lefty was still alive and kicking though a little squashed. His right eye was a little strange looking and his fuzz was flat and he couldn’t walk – just kinda spun in circles. So while we unloaded the chicks and taught them to eat and drink, I put Lefty in my jacket to keep him warm (I say HIM, but I have no idea… He just looks like a He to me.) I noticed that he moved around a lot in there and had a chirp-chirp that wouldn’t quit. So after about a half an hour I tried setting him down again in the pen with the other chicks and he seemed a little more stable but still fell to the left. I picked him up again and taught him to drink and he drank a lot. After holding him for a little while longer I set him down again and he looked as though he regained strength! Yippee! Just before I left I checked on Lefty again and he was almost unidentifiable compared to the other chicks, except for a little stagger here and there. Thank goodness I picked hardy chicks, and the update today (two days later) he’s doing well and is strong!
Lefty is a Golden Campine, his gray/black friends with the yellow faces are Colombian Wyandottes, and his red headed striped friends are Welsummers. I bought three hens from each breed, except the Campines which I got three hens and a rooster… So Lefty really could be a “he” after all. Next week are the Aracaunas and the meat birds – soon I’ll have a field full of bug eating, egg laying friends.