I should have posted this nearly a month ago. Our broody hen successfully hatched three chicks, of the two we brought inside, one survived.

Flufkin, the Ameraucana/Silkie, born September 11th.


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It's officially goose Spring; I found the first goose egg of the season. Around here Spring isn't based off of a date on the calendar, it's whenever the geese start laying and lasts till they stop.

Friday.

The girls and I went shopping in the county of freedom. We met up with our old glass instructor who lives out that way. She had texted me out of the blue last week. I think the social isolation was getting to her. She brought her dog, Lyric, with them so S could give him pets. I gave her a couple dozen eggs, and successfully refused offers ( Read more... )

The geese have decided it's spring.


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Fresh duck eggs.

Fresh chicken eggs.

The way the ducks talk to each other.

The way the chickens greet me in the morning demanding I open the duck house for them.

My hubby building a house to keep the ducks safe from the owls.

From the perspective of our layers, Spring has sprung. One goose has been laying for a few weeks, yesterday I found two duck eggs, and last week the new chickens left me these:


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No goose eggs, nor duck eggs, yet, but the chickens are starting to lay again.

Finally.


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I have zero expectation that the eggs are viable. The geese, however, are obviously convinced their efforts are worthwhile.


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She is growing back some skin and feathers around the edges of her injury. She started picking off scabs yesterday, but I think the freshly exposed layer looks ok. The bits she tore off kind of looked like cooked skin, possibly from the alcohol I had to pour on her when we were struggling with the maggot infestation on her first night of extreme ( Read more... )

We only have six chickens left, and most of them are pretty long in the tooth, so I figured updated photos might be in order.


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