During the Memorial Day weekend, along with everything else we did, we brought home some new chickens. This time we decided to get some that were about a year old and already laying eggs. They are Rhode Island Reds, big, dark reddish-brown and black, and they are beautiful! We got three so Asher, Nathanael and I got to each name one. Nathanael chose Sarah, I chose Emma and Asher chose Poppy (he really wanted to name her Poopy so this is a compromise).
We got them to the house with out incident and we got two of the three into the coop without incident. Until... number three (I assume it's Poppy) broke free. That's right. For a brief amount of time, on a quiet Friday night in Lansing, Michigan, you could have seen the Crane family chasing a chicken around their house. Their un-fenced house. Long story short, #3 ended up on Dave's shoulder and I was able to tackle both Dave and chicken. I then spent some time soothing said chicken, followed by soothing Dave and his shoulder.
And just when we thought all of the excitement was through, it appeared that our original chickens, Lizzie and Jane, did not care for the
usurpers (their word, not mine). They were rude and unwelcoming to their new sisters. I spent the rest of the evening scolding Miss Jane and trying to encourage the new chicks to be a little bit bolder. At one point I noticed that Jane and Lizzie were not letting any of the new chickens out of the coop. My two girls paced back and forth in the run like little soldiers on guard duty. They seem to be getting along now. They have at least agreed to co-exist. But every once in a while, I notice Jane or Lizzie do something as a reminder that
they were there first.
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| The coop, the run and a bit of landscaping-for-chickens. |
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| Lizzie and the three new chickens. |
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| The raised garden beds alongside of our house |
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| Yummy lettuce! |
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| Flowering Thyme. |
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