Weekly Chicken Fix

It has been a busy week -- for me, not the chickens. The chickens seem to be learning the extent of the yard and its boundaries. I don't have fence up everywhere and they still stray a bit but when they see me coming they know to run back into our yard. This beats seeing me, with sticks in both hands, ambling around behind them like a zombie scarecrow trying to herd them home.

The girls have adult tail feathers in and strut around the yard like they own it. They're about half or three-quarters full size and every morning when I open their coop I'm pretty sure they've grown a little bit overnight.

As a special treat we have a communique from Spencer the owner of the other half of this chicken family:

Tell your ladies (lay-dees?) that their 5 sisters say hello: Fussex (a.k.a. Jackie Brown), Glamour Chicken, Shelly (Glamour Chicken's twin sister), Chickenbutt (whose tail feathers are now grown back in) and Peckerhead (literally peck-her-head). Most of these gals pretty much named themselves. Oh, and they LOVE rose petals and chopped up apples.

It's good to see that the other half of the original flock is well and that someone else is far more creative with chicken names than I am.