There. I said it. Don't you feel better? I know I do.
Okay, so Peep is growing as slowly as molasses pours in January. The other five peeps are growing in leaps and bounds. Lookit my baby Peep!
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| Aren't her bell bottoms the cutest things ever?!? |
What she really likes, though, is to peck at my iPhone while I'm trying to photograph her, or trying to type on FaceCrack. I think she thinks the symbols and images are bugs.
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| So ugly she's cute |
Here are Polish (as in the nationality or sausage, since that's her breed), Red, Caramel, Ginger (her feet are green) and Mary Ann (her feet are blue):
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| Of course you can't see their feet. And of course they aren't in order. Left to right it's Polish, Caramel, Ginger, Red and Mary Ann |
Polish is a royal pain in the butt. She's mean to my Peep. She fights with the others all the time. Seems to want to be the top hen in the pecking order. But Red, from our original chicken threesome, is also a dominant bird. They're living together somewhat harmoniously, probably because it's too hot to fight much, but I can't help but wonder if a fight's not brewing somewhere down the line.
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| Red's a fiesty girl! |
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| Ginger is shy |
I enjoy the chickens immensely. Every morning I spend forty five minutes to an hour sitting on the porch with Peep on my shoulder or lap, snuggling, while the other five run around the yard eating bugs and scratching the ground. We do the same thing in the evening before dusk, but I'll put Peep in the herb or vegetable beds so I can weed and she can play at being a big chicken. Mostly she runs back to me. Sometimes she'll flap her wings, trying out the new feathers. More often she just wants me to scratch her chest while she naps. Cute thing.
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| Her coloring is pretty. I think she'll be a golden laced Cochin, like this one. |
I knew this about chickens, but they've been so darn adorable that I'd forgotten - chickens stink! Their poo is nasty. And everywhere. And my dogs want to eat it. And the poo attracts flies. Last week my Hunny came out to the porch and grabbed the broom, then hose, and said, "I know we raise chickens, but we can't let our back yard look like the Beverly Hillbillies anymore." Thanks Hunny. Does that mean I can't get my cement pond? Seriously, though. Chickens are messy and smelly.
I still love them.
So that's the update in a nutshell. Peeps are growing. I'm enjoying quiet time with them. They're relaxing creatures. We all love holding them. They love running all over the yard.
Until I write again ...
Flea
8 comments:
I wondered about the poo situation! Your pictures are very.... sanitary looking, and not at all like I would have thought a chicken area to look like. Honey must have just recently gotten done hosing off the back porch. ;-)
Peep IS so ugly she's cute. Odd looking now, but if she grows up to look like your sample pic, she'll be a beauty queen. Good thing you're there to save her from the mean girls. Fun stuff. So...when DO you get yer cee-ment pond?
They are adorable! Are they going to lay those tinted eggs??? And until you just reminded me, I'd forgotten how very nasty a chicken coop smells! Love those bell bottoms;)
My sister raises chickens and speaks of them as you do. :-)
Pearl
Soon little peep will be the fairest of them all! Careful she doesn’t make the others jealous :)
I think you deserve a cement pond!! :)
cows to chicks. You are a plethora of fascinating hobbies :-) and I'm getting a kick out of your FB updates, even if I haven't been commenting!
They won't fight. We always had chickens growing up and only the roosters were ever a problem. Are they laying eggs yet? Do they roost at night?
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