I gotta say, we’ve had a dramatic chicken year. And no one really wants chicken drama. Not only is it a pain in the ass and not much fun, but it is more stressful than you might imagine given they are chickens. Or “just chickens” as some will say. Those “just chickens” have occupied a bit too much of my brain space and I am relieved they are all healthy and some semblance of a chicken run is in place.
I gave the first glimpse of 2011’s round of girls (and showed you how to make an upcycled brooder) here. The girls had their first real début back in early March. Damn they were little! They grew and grew. Looking at them it is really hard to believe they were so small and fragile.
You might remember that our year old White Crested Black Polish Hen (Calypso) suffered a still-mysterious illness? And that the Barred Rock baby was viciously attacked by our Easter-Egger (Thirsty Boots). Thirsty Boots went on to attack my new favorite pullet, a Golden Polish Lady Guitar II. I introduced her here. Do go check her out if you haven’t- because she was stunning. I say was because she ultimately died because of her injury. She got a crack full across her beak and suddenly couldn’t eat and died. As a result, Thirsty Boots found a new home. So long cool blue/green eggs. Hello peace in the flock.
But without further ado, allow me to roll out the red carpet for the new girls! All the girls are named after John Denver songs. Because John Denver was a genius. Period.
1 & 2: the John Denvers– Black Australorps
I like the Black Australorps well enough. They are friendly and docile. I gotta say though- they aren’t the most interesting of the bunch. I feel about them like I do the Buff Orpingtons…they are sweet and nice… but seem to have less personality than some of the others.
3: Esmeralda II– Dominique (perhaps a banty by mistake?)
Last night I asked the Ladyfriend if she thought maybe Esmeralda was dumber than the other chickens. I explained that I thought Esnerakda just looked so blank. Somewhat vacant. Bemused, the Ladyfriend told that no one paid as much attention to the inner personalities and expressions of our chickens as me. Harumpf. Anyhow, she is cute as a little button. To watch. She isn’t easily handled at this point– it turns into a futile game of chase where I am always ‘It.’ Despite her small size, no one has picked on her as chickens are wont to do.
4: Daddy– Silver Laced Wyandotte
I really like the Silver Laced Wyandotte. At first I wasn’t too sure. I thought s/he looked mean. But s/he is a sweetheart. Cuddly. Follows me around. I’m into them.
5: Ripplin’ Waters– Barred Rock
Our attacked pullet. She doesn’t let me take her picture much. If you are into gore and want to see her not long after her injury you can take a peak here. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
6: Aspen– Speckled Sussex
7: Mountain Mama– Rhode Island Red
I’ve heard people say that Rhode Island Reds can be aggressive or flighty. But she is nothing but calm and curious. She has been the easiest to handle from the beginning and that continues still. I think she is simply gorgeous!
The Old Girls (so they don’t feel left out)
8 & 9: the Annies– Buff Orpingtons:
Chicken feet are so freaky.