Let me introduce you to the girls:
As you can see, these ladies are all fine specimens and certainly pristine examples of Gallus domesticus. They came to reside at Hidden Valley Ranch a few weeks ago. (I'll share more on this rural "slice of heaven" in a later posting.). The gals were feeling a bit timid about traveling, but they managed to survive the journey home in an adorable barn shaped cardboard box with little cut-out windows. Truthfully, I wanted to hug the box.
Chickens lead a lackluster life. They eat, sleep, and poop. Kind of like a newborn baby, except with feathers and weird feet. In an effort to fend off any self esteem issues in my girls, I gave them all glamorous Hollywood names. Well, except for the littlest one. In a moment of sarcastic weakness, my younger daughter named the tiny chick Blanca. I'm afraid we'll have to watch that one closely... For I fear she will be teased relentlessly by her coup mates.
And so this fowl adventure has begun!
I'll leave you with a snapshot of the ladies crowding the water cooler, sharing barnyard gossip:
Around the Water Cooler |
Boy, you are adventurous! Have you a chicken coop and yard yet? This should be fun. You'll have to keep us informed as the grow.
ReplyDeleteI sure wish I already had a coup! The kids and I have been talking about getting chickens ever since moving out to the country. Finally, I decided the best way to get farm fresh eggs was to go ahead and get some chicks. Lol! I figure the chicken coup will be built out of necessity once my "ladies" outgrow our galvanized brooder tin.
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