The little cockerels have left the premises. All three of them. The Husband didn’t even realise I still had three until I told him. I was trying to explain the concept of chicken math to him. Chickenholics will be familiar with chicken math. For example, I currently have 7 chickens, not 11. The little girls … More And Then There Were no More Little Boys
The feather babies are feathering up nicely so I’m starting to get a better idea of their colours. Well, some of them. I’m also getting some idea of who might be a boy. I had to take the leg ties off the three Legolas babies since their legs have grown so much, but I can … More Feathering Feather Babies
Oh, look! It’s the feather babies! See, they are still alive. They are 1 1/2 weeks old now. Today, Frodo let them out and about into the big wide world past the woodshed for the first time. And I had to scramble to block up a few gaps under the fence thanks to the others’ … More The Feather Babies go Exploring
If The Husband didn’t think I was a crazy chicken lady before, he surely does now. Anyone would think I was the one having babies. In preparation for the arrival of the feather babies I was nesting: tidying things up, making plans and getting everything ready. I was going to move Frodo and the chicks, once hatched, … More A Story of Feather Babies
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