Where my peeps at?
So I realize that I failed to mention some recent additions to my life.
Meet Jack. Cap'n Jack Rooster.
He is one magnificent bastard.
Bill wants to name this little girl "Chaquita" because she's the only hen with yellow legs.
Haven't come up with a name for this girl yet.
She's more interested in me than any of the other hens; she doesn't squawk or flinch when try to pet her, and she actually allows me to pick her up without fussing about it.
Yup-we're crazy chicken people now. There's 1 rooster and 4 hens, total; I just couldn't get any worthwhile pictures of the other two hens. They were all hatched from the same clutch, laid under a building somewhere in downtown St. Augustine. No one knew their mama had hooked up with the new rooster in town until all of a sudden there were 13 fuzzy babies running around the streets.
Needless to say, the city needed to whittle down their burgeoning chicken population fast. So we agreed to take some on (free eggs!), and proceeded to spend the majority of our joint, week-long vacation building a 15'x10' enclosed yard and coop for our peeps to live in.
The chickens themselves are Bantams, but of no pure pedigree whatsoever. When they're old enough to lay the eggs will be smallish, but fresh and completely 100% organic.
More pictures as they become available, because I know y'all are on the edges of your seats about what's happening at the farm.
My father's comment when I announced the chickens' arrival? "What, you live on a kibbutz now?"
ps) Some posts (about knitting, mainly, and other benign things) will now come in "public" for the sake of ravelry. This may change at any time, without warning. We'll see how it goes.
Meet Jack. Cap'n Jack Rooster.
He is one magnificent bastard.
Bill wants to name this little girl "Chaquita" because she's the only hen with yellow legs.
Haven't come up with a name for this girl yet.
She's more interested in me than any of the other hens; she doesn't squawk or flinch when try to pet her, and she actually allows me to pick her up without fussing about it.
Yup-we're crazy chicken people now. There's 1 rooster and 4 hens, total; I just couldn't get any worthwhile pictures of the other two hens. They were all hatched from the same clutch, laid under a building somewhere in downtown St. Augustine. No one knew their mama had hooked up with the new rooster in town until all of a sudden there were 13 fuzzy babies running around the streets.
Needless to say, the city needed to whittle down their burgeoning chicken population fast. So we agreed to take some on (free eggs!), and proceeded to spend the majority of our joint, week-long vacation building a 15'x10' enclosed yard and coop for our peeps to live in.
The chickens themselves are Bantams, but of no pure pedigree whatsoever. When they're old enough to lay the eggs will be smallish, but fresh and completely 100% organic.
More pictures as they become available, because I know y'all are on the edges of your seats about what's happening at the farm.
My father's comment when I announced the chickens' arrival? "What, you live on a kibbutz now?"
ps) Some posts (about knitting, mainly, and other benign things) will now come in "public" for the sake of ravelry. This may change at any time, without warning. We'll see how it goes.