Bluestone Summer IX

The chickens are full grown now. They are all the same breed, but each have distinctive outfits and personalities. Quite friendly, they come running when anyone looks like they might enter the feeding ground reserved for the flock.

If you throw scratch, they sound like a herd of mini-elephants as they run across the ground to get the choice pickins’. Most will endure being picked up, and quickly settle in for a good pet—so much so that putting one down earns you a definite look of disappointment (or downright scorn).

Tomorrow I’ll show the range of egg size between a brand new chicken layer, and an experienced duck.


Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s