I know it’s not nice, but Jenny Hen is down right ugly! She’s the oldest gal at nearly 4. She’s on tenure now and thinks it’s her job to sit on anything that doesn’t move. She sat on a bunch of golf balls for nearly 3 weeks!
She’s molting and is walking around nearly butt naked! I realized the other day, that if I don’t start culling out my old ladies I’ll soon have a petting zoo and I don’t think Honey would be too big on that. I ought to do Jenny Hen in now while she’s naked, then I won’t have as many feathers to pluck.
A face only a mama could love.
The new pullets ought to start laying next month. Fingers crossed. Our egg ration has been 1-2 eggs a day for quite some time. I’ve been dreaming of deviled eggs, eggs a la golden rod, egg salad…..anything with golden eggs.
I was looking for Annie’s egg today. She usually lays it in the new hen house. As I rounded the corner, I was chitter chattering to myself about goodness knows what….and I didn’t expect to catch her sitting on the nest….well, I startled her to death, and she squawked. She jumped up and nearly scarred me to death. I screamed, she screamed and then I laughed. She gave me a working over about it too. I heard about that for at least a half an hour….I sure didn’t mean to disturb her. Heavens knows we need that second egg.
I’ve only named the two Silver Laced Wyandottes. I ordered 5 of everything, but lost nearly half…so I’m only left with two Wyandottes. They are Wyonna and Naomi Judd.
I’ve got 4 Buff Orpingtons, 4 Black Australorps, 2 Barred Rocks and 4 Rhode Island Reds. Since they’ve hardly developed personalities yet, I haven’t given most of them names yet.
It’s lookin very rednecky and I need to get it cleaned up a bit. But heck they love climbing and roosting all of the stuff. The Buffys are really cute. My gates need some repairs before winter settles in. If we get iced like last year, the gate might fall clean off it’s hinges….or rather electric ties.
Raising chicks has been so easy. My friend Carol told me it was but I didn’t believe her…ok Carol, it is easy. I’m ready for some meat birds next spring! But I’m gonna have to get some help with the butchering…I really do hate that job of slitting their throats. A turkey would be a great adventure too. Heck I pay a small fortune for a pastured organic turkey.
Now if we could only get some of our own fresh milk and these girls would really be eating in style. Clabber for everyone. All in God’s good time.
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