New Chicks

We got new baby chicks today.  Aren't they cute?

We've only named one so far.  The Black Jersey Giant is supposed to get really big, so we've named her Madame Maxime.

Delaware

Barred Plymouth Rock

(In the middle of a stretch.)

Black Jersey Giant

(Can't wait to see how big she gets.)

New Hampshire Red

Look at their beautiful coloring.

These birds are about 2 weeks old.

Jake & A Cute Chick

Jake was fascinated with the little chick.

This one is my favorite.  The little white Delaware.  But we haven't thought of a name for her yet.  Any suggestions?

I found a picture online of approximately what she'll 

look like as a hen. 

What should we name her?

Peanuts!

Just look at these adorable girls!

They love sitting outside eating peanuts.

They like the shelled ones because they think it's fun to

crack them open.

Keeps them busy forever.

"WHAT THE HECK?! YOU SOLD MY EGGS?  Where's my cut?"

 Jailbird!

Natural Weed Control

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Two In a Box

We have five chickens that live in a coop with six laying boxes, but they all lay their eggs in the same box.

Often times, I find them sharing the box at the same time.

I think it's funny.

Bobbi & Dora

Chicken Poop Chapstick

No, it doesn't have chicken poop in it. 

I found this product on the website My Pet Chicken and think it's sooo funny!!

I'm intrigued and might just have to buy one.

Sam chasing Bun Bun with the Chickens

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Our Chicken Died Today

From the beginning, this one was Jason's favorite. 

He named her Nora because she was really calm and chill, just like the music of Nora Jones.

We found her last night lying on the ground, lethargic and in obvious distress.  We didn't know what to do, so Jason carried her into the coop and put her into one of the laying boxes.  In the morning, I took her out and put her in a wire cage so I could take care of her.  After a lot of research, we believe she was egg bound.  We think that maybe her egg broke inside of her.  Jason found her with egg substance on her rear and on the ground by her, but no evidence of the shell.  Not knowing for sure what happened, I treated her as though an egg was stuck.  I made her a warm bed in a separate cage, gave her cool water to drink, and a pan of hot, steaming water sat right below her vent to help loosen the muscles and get the egg out.  I took care of her throughout the morning, checking on her periodically, but when I left to go pick up Sam from school, I noticed that she wasn't breathing anymore. 

Our sweet little Nora had died.

Baby Nora

 Although it was short, she had a good life.

 Here is a picture of Nora when she laid her first egg. 

Chickenprints

We don't get snow here, but on cold mornings we find a thin layer of frost or ice covering everything. 

I just kind of thought this was funny.  Little chicken footprints in the frosty dirt this morning.

Frank Coyote

Sam was the Special Person of the day today and got to bring home Frank Coyote from her Kindergarten class.  She dragged him around with her all day long.  He's in the last picture.

(The school mascot is the coyote.)

 Giving the chickens some scratch.

 Gathering eggs.

And here's Frank Coyote!