Saturday, November 21, 2009

High sentry

Butters takes his guardianship of the flock very seriously.

There are at least 2 feral cats he has run off. He chases squirrels out of the hen yard, scatters small wild birds attempting to eat layer feed, and stares down any inquisitive bystander that is looking over the fence.

He is always above it all. Here the hens are in the landscaping by the back fence. Other times find him on the back step, on the lid of the bbq and during those rare times all the hens are in their yard with the gate open he lays on the sun soaked shingles of the coop roof.

If we could just train him to herd them . . .

Friday, November 20, 2009

rainbow eggs

We are no longer sure who is laying.

We know the green eggs are Jane Doe.

We suspect the white ones are Shelly.

The new brown ones are lighter, a little pinky, one of the Naked Necks we think.

Tweety has stopped laying all together. Or else she is hiding them REALLY well. She only has 1/2 a city lot to roam and we have looked. But she seems too happy and energetic to be egg bound or some such thing. False start maybe?

What really wigs me out is how the egg colours match our counter top.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Mesha is 5

Collateral damage from decorating cupcakes.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Turken Spa

2 posts ago there is a picture of Daffodil under the toddler slide.

This is Mina.

Notice a difference?

Mina apparently does not care for wayward feathers on her neck. She prefers to be a loud and proud NAKED NECK.

So periodically she hooks up with Tweety and stretches her neck out in front of her. Tweety then pulls the offending feathers in the hen version of a bikini wax.

Blink! Blink! (my reaction)

Mina is more girly than I am.