Breaking momentarily from our regularly scheduled programming.
Karen and I have been reading and researching backyard chickens for a year now. We’ve been working toward becoming a little more self-sustaining and along with the gardens, a fresh source of eggs felt like a perfect match. Last weekend we drove out to Sweet Home and ordered a custom chicken coop. Yesterday we took maternity leave and brought home six two-day old chicks.
Gracie is teenie tiny and petite. She was our first pick and we named her after one of our blue greyhounds. Because she is a bantam, she is too tiny to sex, we have a 50/50 chance of having a girl. Fingers crossed please.
Hillary came home a quickly became leader of the flock. She’s our biggest girl and kind of the bossy one. It’s hard for me to imagine her as a solid black bird when she gets fully feathered.
Bigger chickens come with a 90% guarantee that we are getting a pullet (a female).
The problem lies in having roosters within the city limits. Apparently neighbors don’t appreciate the early morning wake-up call.
I’m sure it is no mystery how Hillary got her name. This girl is ready to hit the campaign trail.
We drove out to the hatchery where the chicks were hatched. Pete’s Hatchery was fabulous and the owners were such neat people. We bought our chicks from a local farm store, Champion Feed.
The olive eggers are a cross between the americauna chickens and copper maran chickens. Their claim to fame are the deep olive colored eggs they produce.
Maude was named after Karen’s grandma.
This little chick loves attention. Karen and I have been going into the brooder we have set up in our second bathroom and holding the chicks every chance we get. This little girl just falls asleep in our hands.
Talley got her name from one of our fawn greyhounds we lost a few years back.
Karen and I made lists of chicken names. Most of them were actresses in the early 1900s. I was so surprised when all of sudden names of some of our female greyhounds so quickly fit the chicks. It just felt so natural.
Edie was named after one of our first brindle greyhounds.
When we were picking out our chicks our first priority was to pick the best pets. We are looking forward to fresh eggs, don’t get me wrong, but we also wanted pets. Chickens can live anywhere from 8 to 20 years and their egg production is only for a few years. Our second priority was photography. I love photographing chickens and wanted them all to be different.
Blender got her name from our first failed foster greyhound.