Turkey Tracks: October 12, 2011
Chicken Mischief Continued
Sister Susan asked for a picture of our chickens raiding the greens I planted in five deep blue plastic pots after we harvested potatoes from them.
You can see they visit the pots daily. Since I’ve got a nice crop of lettuce in the cold frame, I just let them have these tender greens. Chickens would choose greens to eat over anything else, probably, even, over a fat worm or a bug. John says my chicken wire just gave them a really good platform from which to eat. All of them were on the pots when I ran to get my camera.
The big girl is Valentine, the Freedom Ranger from our spring batch of meat chickens. She gives us either a small rose-brown egg or a HUGE rose-brown egg every day, which is always double-yolked. Sometimes the smaller eggs are double-yolked as well. The lighter tan girl is Sally, an Americauna Wheaten. She lays blue eggs. Her sister Nancy has become quite “broody,” so she spends most days in the coop sitting on whatever layed eggs she can acquire from the other hens. Both Sally and Nancy are molting, so the coop and the yard are adrift with their pale feathers. These girls are two years old now. And, since Pearl, the new Wheaten has not started laying yet, we have no blue eggs at the moment. In fact, all laying is slow these days as our daylight dwindles. It’s getting to be time for chickens to rest.
Here’s a picture of our new rooster–Pierre. Or, Pretty Pierre. Or, most of all these days, My Roo. He’s just six months old now, but he’s sweet, gentle, and comes to see what is going on with whatever moves or makes noise in the yard. He’s my constant companion in the yard as he’s so curious. He lets me get close now, but it really scares him to be touched. The new hens have settled in now and all will let me pick the up and cuddle them whenever, pretty much.
The Wheaten below is our new little Pearl. She’s quite lovely. See her little bearded face? And, Ninja and Annie Chickie, the hen raised last year, are with Pierre.
Pierre, who runs as fast as the wind, has taught me that our poor old Nappy had something wrong with his feet. I think he might have been in pain. He walked very strangely, and he didn’t like to walk. Perhaps that’s why he was cross and took to charging people???