#chickens

Tales from the Cooped

This morning I opened the door to the chicken tractor expecting the usual squawk and dash from my tiny flock. None of them moved a muscle. No one made any noise. It was later than normal, and they were abnormally quiet. I lifted up the roof to check on them Read more

By christi, ago

Egg-Eater

About six months ago we bought four fuzzy featherballs, hoping for fresh eggs. It’s felt like a long wait. Last week we started finding the treasures we anticipated! Instead of the blue eggs I was told to expect, they have been pinkish tan and a deep russet. The first one Read more

By christi, ago