9 Weeks and Counting

Last week came and went without a chicken update.  Chickens fly and so does time.  🙂  Our little flock is 9 weeks old today. They no longer bear any physical resemblance to the fluffy, day-old biddies that arrived at my post office in August.  The Rhode Island Red roosters are still immature enough to blend in with the hens.  Only close scrutiny makes them identifiable.  (Even then there is uncertainty.)  Morgan looks more like a rooster with each passing day.  His comb has begun to develop and has taken on a bright red color.  He’s such a rooster, I can stand outside the chicken yard and croak out a crow much like his, and he will look around and begin to flap his wings and prance around in a circle.  If I crow enough times, he begins to crow, too.  (I know what they say about whistling women and crowing hens…I imagine the same goes for crowing women…O well.)  He has endeared himself to me and is my favorite chicken.  He is the top dog, boss hog, head hancho, of the flock.  I wonder if he will maintain his position when the Reds reach maturity.  Three roosters will likely be too many, and somebody will be destined for the stew pot.  I hope he won’t be the one.

Since my last chicken update we added a hanging cabbage to the yard.  It took a few days for the chickens to trust it, but cabbage tether ball has become a popular sport.  It’s about time to hang a fresh one.  I’ve been feeding them yogurt a couple times a week.  Our last flock loved it, and this one is no different.  I’ve read it is good for their digestive systems.  It obviously doesn’t hurt.

Chickens are creatures of habit, and when they see DH or me heading their way they form a greeting party around the gate.  They remind me of spoiled children greeting someone who has typically bestowed gifts on them when they visit.  They definitely expect something when they see us approach.  Approach nothing!  They hear the back door slam shut and gather around the gate.

Last night we discovered our flock is afraid of the dark.  They huddled in front of the the door of the coop until DH turned on a light.  When the light went on they hopped onto their respective spots on the roost.  Morgan had fallen asleep in the doorway, and DH scooped him up and sat him in the spot he claims each night.  I’m not sure he ever woke up.  Isn’t that just like a man…first to fall sleep.  🙂  I wonder if chickens snore…

Enough rambling…here are current pictures of my pretty chickens.

Until next time…

To believe in God’s love is to believe that He’s passionately interested in each of us personally and continually.

~ Louis Evely ~

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