April 28, 2016 Finally Updating

April 2016: Since my last update I've had right knee arthroscopic surgery to remove scar tissue and a new left knee surgery the end of November. Both recoveries going well and dependent on me exercising every day - yuck, but I do it.


The New Girls turned 1 year old the end of March. They are all in full laying mode to varying degrees.

Jasmine, my Gold Sex Link, is pretty much head of the new flock and the best layer. She usually misses only 2 or 3 days a month! The others give me about 4 eggs a week,

 Lilly seems to average the least and now she just went broody! [defined: When a hen wants to hatch a clutch of chicks, she will sit on the nest continuously until they hatch. This is called broody, for raising a 'brood'.] I take her off twice a day so she can get food and water: oh she does not like that. Growling at me and puffing up feathers "How dare you take me away from my important mission". She'll go thru the 3 week cycle and come out of it. If I needed more chicks, I'd get some babies and put them under her so she knew she fulfilled her duties and could raise them up. But, not this time. Eight is enough!!!  

The Buttercups have the habit of flying up on me. Amelia, RIP, did the same thing. I am thinking it is a trait of the Sicilian Buttercups.  If I bend over, they launch up to my back. Kiwi can fly up to my shoulder without notice, and especially if I walk into the coop-pen carrying the worm cup. She's up on my shoulder ready to eat them all!

Selfie: Kiwi and Karla - that's the fringe of my hat, not a bad perm

Ivy is a little more reserved on the flying, but she still will join Kiwi on my back when I bend down.

And now, Jasmine, who is much larger, will do it too!  I think, because she is Leader, she doesn't want to be left out of anything. She can't get to my shoulder like Kiwi, but she can get on my back or in my lap if I am sitting down. It really is too funny because you don't normally think of chickens as flying.

I just love a basket of New Flock eggs!

From the top: Medium brown is Jasmine's size large egg, Hosta lays the sage green egg, Kiwi and Ivy lay the small white eggs, Lilly lays the dark reddish-brown egg.

There's Ivy checking out their offerings.
I made a felted basket to carry the eggs safely in something soft.

August 17, 2015: Growing Up and Laying Eggs

After Amelia died, Gabby seems to have been pushed into lowest of the original 3 by Fearless. Gabby, in her easy-going way, is just taking it but she does let the other ones know they rank below her.

But, there's war between Jasmine and Kiwi. Both positioning themselves as leader of the Young Flock. Jasmine outweighs Kiwi by about double, but that doesn't stop Kiwi from squaring off eye to eye with her in a real game of 'chicken'. It's hard to tell who gives first. And, I'm not sure which one has the top position yet. Wherever Kiwi is, Jasmine goes. If Kiwi jumps up on a perch to sit next to me, Jasmine jumps up on the higher perch to sit behind my head. Kiwi can fly up onto my arm - Jasmine is to hefty for that, but it doesn't mean she doesn't want to be noticed and cooed over [by chicken auntie - "Pretty Bird"]

Most pullets start laying generally between 5 and 6 months so we really have until the first part of September to be on track

In our egg producing arena,  Jasmine is first! She laid her first egg a week ago, at age 20 weeks.  In true fashion, a pullet [chicken under 1 year] starts laying a small egg and they will gradually get larger until reaching the size for their breed and hers have started out at soup spoon size. 



Jasmine should eventually lay a large, dark brown egg.

.......... She got the dark brown right!

And she has only missed 1 day out of 8.

Way to go, super-Chick. 

I'm not sure who is next. I watch the growth of their combs and wattles. Jasmine's grew pretty fast and got dark red as well, which I also know is a sign of a healthy layer.

Hosta might be next, Lilly is big and looks ready but her comb is still small and light red.

The 2 Buttercups have a ways to go, I think.

                   See all their current portraits on the Chicks page.

Here is group nap time.  At least for the New Flock....The 3 Old Biddies are still maintaining their distance and cool reserve, so they nap and dust bathe separate from the New Girls.

I have even added ice cubes to their water founts to tempt them with cool water.Right now it is so hot here (100 degrees this past weekend) that everyone is hanging outside in one of the cool pastures, dug into their own depression in the ground. Wings are spread open and they actually 'pant' with beaks apart. Chickens definitely do not like temperatures anywhere near their own 103 degree body temperature.

June 12, 2015: Amelia just...died

Friday night: I went down to check the new chickens. They won't go in the coop to sleep and they all seem to fly up to the top of their temporary coop and it's about 42" high.

But, I looked in and saw a lump on the floor of the coop pen. 
Uh oh...oh NO!......Amelia was dead..!

There will never be a sassier chick than you!

My sweet, sassy Sicilian Buttercup who loved and hated me at the same time. She would fuss around me until I bent over and she could fly up on my back and chirp and walk around.
Or she would peck my hand, quite strongly, as if to say "I'm higher in the order than you...take that!"

I'd feed her the daily treats on top of the trash can, where she was safe from the hungry Old Biddies and I know she felt special.

She was a loner: given to me by chicken mentor Barb, who took her in and thought she'd make a good addition to my flock....and she did, but clearly never made it to full acceptance by the Original 3 [Curious, Fearless and Gabby]. So, she would hang out by herself, sometimes in the coop on a perch watching the others lay their eggs or outside scratching and dust bathing. I was hoping that the 5 new ones would become part of her "flock".


Her eggs were beautiful, small white with the most wonderful matte luster and so smooth to the touch. A surprise tangerine-colored yolk always made me thank her for her efforts. She was a great layer last year but for some reason this year, after her impacted crop she never really got back up to speed. 

And so, maybe it was her time. 

There is a 'chicken sudden death syndrome' which can be caused by many things and without a necropsy [chicken for autopsy] I can't be sure.  But sometimes they just get sick and you don't know it in time to save them. Or stressed from being low in the order with all 5 new ones scampering around....I just don't know.

I'm sad she is gone and I will miss her following me around, attacking my hand, and laying those gorgeous eggs.

A quiet service at the chicken cemetery. Good sleep, Amelia!

May 28, 2014: Integration Day

Today Steve went into the barn early to get some tools before heading to the job and ... uh oh....4 of the youngsters were out of the brooder pen and sitting on top of it ! He called me to clue me in, "Your chickens are out."
Huh, out? Who's out? Thats when he told me that the teenagers staged a coup.

So, down to the barn I go and there they are: sitting on top of the 2x4 bracing, but kind of nervous. I get 3 back in the pen, but Hosta did not want to be picked up and she jumped down to the floor, skittering around.
I had to open my little side door. When she heard peeping, she came over to the door, saw the others and hopped inside. Jasmine, who is Miss Amazonia, was inside the pen the whole time, so she either couldn't hoist and fly up and out or she wanted to be The Good Girl.

Well, I got the hint that this little space was too small. As the weather was getting warmer at night, into the 50's, and we had built out the area for them, I decided to go ahead and move them over.

A cat carrier worked to make two trips from the barn to the Chicken Hilton.

Steve built a nice roosting area which doubles as a spot to hide in, away from the Old Biddies.

And, they have an open area to get some sun and visually see the other girls while being safe for now. Since Kiwi and Ivy belong to the flying Earhart family [along with Amelia], we ran plastic poultry netting up to the roof line.
One escape is enough!






I call the new girls "my little chirpas", as they are almost non-stop chirpping.
They have happy chirps, nervous chirps, a cooing-chirp and a squawk [as in don't pick me up!].

And, after the initial fear of a new place, they settled in to exploring, scratching in the dirt and watching the Old Ones.

Here they are checkin' out the outside.....

  and here are Fearless, Gabby and Amelia pretending they don't see the Chirpas.

The 4 Big Girls have pretty much ignored the little ones: unless I give the Chirpas sunflower seeds and the Big Girls are left out, then Curious has a fit and paces in front of the net until I give her and the others their own handful of sunflower seeds...jeeze, talk about a jealous chicken!