Evan4 is now the proud father of 3 day old chicks. (Actually, seeing as it’s Monday; they probably ARE 3-day-old chicks!)
I also bought a couple of bigger ones, because after getting 4 eggs a day, 2 eggs just aren’t cutting it.
Here are the breeds of these chickies:
One is a Plymouth Rock. She’ll look like this when she grows.
I think Evan4 wants to name her Collingwood, but I’m actively discouraging that. We want the poor thing to have some friends, surely?
The one I picked out was a Gold Lace Wyandotte. Evan4 wanted to call her Hawthorn but she’s far too pretty for that! (I’m leaning towards Hazel.)
The we went to another chicken selling place and picked up a day old Lavendar Aruacana.
These chickens lay blue or blue/green eggs. This chick wasn’t sexed, so I’m hoping this time we strike it lucky and we get a girl. Imagine having blue eggs?
I also bought two Red Isa hens, Jane and Lizzie. Here they are when I lifted the lid of the coop to given them food and water. They were hiding from Buffy and Willow who were taking it in turns all day yesterday to bash them up.
Lizzie is the dark one and Jane is the lighter one, just like in the BBC version of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. They’re still very young so it’ll be a while before we get eggs from them.
When we brought them home we set up the chicks, then waited till it was dark to put Jane and Lizzie into the coop with the sleeping hens. Apparently it’s supposed to make the transition easier.
Personally, I think that’s a myth.
They came out ONCE in the morning.
It was a pretty rushed affair. Willow latched on to one and wouldn’t let go. When it finally got free it made a run for it. Willow turned and latched onto the chicken standing next to her, who happened to be Buffy. Buffy just stood there and waited for the penny to drop. Meanwhile, Jane and Lizzie were going bananas.
So was Murphy.
The older chooks were chasing them, outside the coop the dog was following every move. There was squawking, barking and mayhem. The new gerls decided that discretion was the better part of valour and retreated inside the coop, where they stayed for the rest of the day.
Every now and then I’d put food and water in them and shut the door leading to the pen, so that they could have a break from the constant fear of beatings. Murphy spent the day licking the coop and keeping a close watch on developments. My two dogs couldn’t care less.
Today the fencing guys are here to finish the job. Once the Fort Knox of chicken coops is finished, then Jane and Lizzie will have an enclosure with greenery and nooks and crannies where they can hide from the Vampire Slayer and her sidekick.
Yesterday at 5pm I locked Murphy inside and let the older two gerls out for a quick free range. Jane and Lizzie came out and explored the tiny run. It’s obvious they’ve never been outside before… every plane and bird that flew overhead was scary. Every bird call was “stand-still-and-listen-intently” time. I sat and sipped a glass of red and felt the serenity.
Then I went inside and saw this:
Awwww! They were all asleep under the lamp.