Dank. That’s was this week in a word. The temperatures were relatively mild, so the flockers took advantage of the opportunity to be outside despite the fog, drizzle, wind and ubiquitous grayness. The challenge this week was to figure out what to do about the one Black Copper Marans chick that hatched Thanksgiving night whom I named Kris Kringle. For once I was without a broody hen to rely on to raise it. The chick seemed content underneath its EcoGlow brooder, but I know that it needs other chickens to thrive and that raising it alone inside the house could result in major problems come time to integrate it into the flock. So…I threw up a Hail Mary pass to Freida.
Freida, my White Silkie and Flock matriarch, was perfectly happy to be roosting with the rest of the ladies when I plucked her from the roost and introduced her to Kris Kringle.
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Lola (Columbian Wyandotte hen) was significantly less enthusiastic about being photographed this week as she trudges through a most hideous molt.
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Dank. That’s was this week in a word. The temperatures were relatively mild, so the flockers took advantage of the opportunity to be outside despite the fog, drizzle, wind and ubiquitous grayness. The challenge this week was to figure out what to do about the one Black Copper Marans chick that hatched Thanksgiving night whom I named Kris Kringle. For once I was without a broody hen to rely on to raise it. The chick seemed content underneath its EcoGlow brooder, but I know that it needs other chickens to thrive and that raising it alone inside the house could result in major problems come time to integrate it into the flock. So…I threw up a Hail Mary pass to Freida.
Freida, my White Silkie and Flock matriarch, was perfectly happy to be roosting with the rest of the ladies when I plucked her from the roost and introduced her to Kris Kringle.
Lola (Columbian Wyandotte hen) was significantly less enthusiastic about being photographed this week as she trudges through a most hideous molt.
I want to win the hen bag SO MUCH. My sister loves it and I would be in good with her for a long while. Crossing my fingers and crossing my toes!
I need a hen bag! I am going to keep trying until I win one. I want to see everyone freak out as they try to figure out if it is a real chicken in my cart or not! Lol!