One More Down

Well, the little black one that had been shunned finally met her end. She wouldn't stop her seizures, and when she would flail about, she would peep so loud that she would keep Barry awake. You can imagine what happened when I wasn't there to nurse the little tormented chick...when I got home, the warm hen box was quite quiet. I asked Barry if my sick little barred rock died and he said it was so. I accused him of doing the deed, to which he quickly confessed. I was imagining that a bit of creative history could've made me feel like my chick had just succumbed to natural causes, but Barry is not one to speak in euphemism. We are down to 6.

Easter Eggs and Easter Chicks!

I should have guessed that my son would inherit my less-than-hilarious sense of humor. Here he is posing that he is eating the Easter eggs we just colored...

The blue definately was the darkest color.

Anyone who has known me for more than a couple years, knows that I LOVE chickens. They are so cute, and they follow you around and I can raise them anywhere! On the farm, in the residential neighborhood, in a dorm room...

Here is my new batch: I started with 3 Barred Rock, 3 Rhode Island Red, and 2 Araucana. One of the Barred Rock died the day we got them. She wouldn't eat and she pecked continuously on the side of the dish rather than in it. I think that's what they call natural selection. :) The 7 left are doing well.  Although, one has been shunned by the group and she may also end up dying if they don't let her in the sleeping huddle. I can hear them peeping as I type.