Our chicken yard has essentially become a retirement home for some of my sister-in-law Deirdre's favorite hens, sparing their skinny little necks from the butcher block. They've been wonderful hens, but their laying days are numbered. Rundy and I decided to add some fresh blood to our flock. These photos are old, so the chicks are all feathered out now and look a bit different.
Here they are in all their hatchling glory, for any chickenophiles in my readership.
(I'm new to chicken-keeping as an adult, so basically I've returned to a childish state of excitement. Hence a post devoted entirely to chickens.)
Chicory. Ameraucana hen.
Marigold. Buff Orpington hen.
Iris. Silver-laced Wyandotte hen.
Poppy. Barred Rock hen.
Bluebell. Blue Cochin hen.
Daisy. Ameraucana hen-we-thought-but-probably-rooster... We had another gender misidentification mishap with our current rooster. His name is Petunia. Yep. So there's that. Daisy and Petunia.
Chipmunk. Ameraucana rooster.
Tadhg mildly enjoyed them when we first got them, but his enjoyment is much more intense now that they can fly and he can follow them around flap-flap-flapping his little arms. He makes a pretty cute chicken.
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