Tag Archives: hens
The F***ing Starlings
Starlings are the worst. And they are absolutely EVERYWHERE these days. They are eating more of the chicken feed than the chickens, whatever pig feed might be left in the troughs, and we are finding starling poop on surfaces that defy … Continue reading
An Exaltation of Eggs
We are getting anywhere from two to four times as many eggs as we did this time last year. While our flock is constantly changing due to hatching, culling, and thievery (I’m looking’ at you, hawks and foxes), our numbers … Continue reading
The Boy Who Lived
We have found ourselves inundated with roosters of late. Now, in a flock of about four dozen chickens, give or take, you really don’t want/need more than three rosters, tops. I’m super happy with two. In wintertime, when the hens … Continue reading
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Early this spring, we added about a half dozen leghorn chickens to our flock. Of these, only one turned out to be a rooster. And he is a beauty–pure white with bright red comb and wattle–really, he looks exactly like Foghorn … Continue reading
These Chicks Have Two Mommies (or, It Takes a Village)
One by one, our hens have gone broody over the past two months. Fifteen new chicks have joined our flock in that time, hatched from four broody mamas. And now there are even more. These new chicks came from a clutch of … Continue reading
What’s Eating You?
Everythings seems to be disappearing. So far this month, we have lost seven chickens, three rows of beet greens, and four rows of rainbow chard. All just gone. Now, we know that the first three chickens were eaten by foxes, … Continue reading
A Happy(ish) Ending
If you happened to read my post from yesterday, The Sacrifical Chicken , then you’ll know that we endured some strife at applewood farm in the form of a midday fox attack. Now, I’ve never before written a follow-up to a post, … Continue reading
The Mad Rooster Culler
We have some beautiful roosters. Our main man, Tough Guy, is a Black Copper Marans and he, quite literally, rules the roost. The hens belong to him and he is strut and swagger from crown to talon. He’s a truly … Continue reading
Goat Eggs (but really, Olive Eggers)
I think our goats have started laying eggs. I don’t know how or, quite frankly, why, but there’s indisputable evidence that they have. As luck would have it, there’s no discernible difference between goat eggs and chicken eggs, so we’ve … Continue reading
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