We are really really spoiled. We have fresh eggs available everyday.
And they are blue.
Our chickens are of the Americana-type breed. I've tried to figure out what they are really. There is a lot of different names they seem to be titled, like Easter Egg chickens. So after some hours of trying to figure out what they are, I just gave up and call them "Americana-type". It leaves me a lot of wiggle room in case there is some chicken expert in the room. This is our third flock and by far the most silly. We get this breed because their main job is to eat the masses of grasshoppers that can devastate my garden. They are supposed to be tough and eat lots of bugs.
And our first 2 flocks were pretty good at that. As well as doing a pretty good job of avoiding the foxes who cruise through looking for a chicken dinner on a regular basis.
This bunch is absolute rubbish at the grasshopper catching and eating.
Garden in the background, way way in the background. Chickens in the foreground eating something of non-specific non-grasshoppery variety.
Chickens apparently chasing, catching and eating bits of dirt.
Head buried in dirt.
Closer to the garden, but completely ignoring it.Sigh. When they did go into the garden, it was to dig up the little plants and eat them. Noshing along with the grasshoppers.
Here is their house. When it's really cold, we just open the little door for them. It's actually a window that opens upward. But mostly we just open the door in the morning and close it at night. In the morning they are all lined up staring out the window. Sometimes if we slept in a bit and are late to let them out, they throw themselves at the window. Hilarious.
Sometimes we get started telling chicken stories. Sometimes we can't seem to stop. Mostly folks seem to enjoy them. Chickens are really entertaining.
What would this blog about our chickens be without some baby chick pictures? We get the chickens from the feed store in a cardboard box. They go into a water tank with a heat lamp, an automatic waterer and some chick feed. We watch them a lot. We call this "Peeper TV". They are little balls of fluff for a couple of days, then those that live start to sprout feathers. Then they start to fly a bit and explore. Like the top of the waterer.
|"Hey, monkey! What you doing?"|
|Be cool, be cool!|
|Teenage chicken face|