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It occurred to me that I haven’t shown our chickens in awhile.  The ladies (and gent) are getting all set to move into their new digs this month.  The pieces for the new hen house are all on-site now.  I just have to get my dad in here to help me put it together.

Here are the girls:

Agnes is our dominant hen.  She is heavy, greedy, and not amazingly nice, but very tame.  We’ve had her since the beginning 2 1/2 years ago.  She isn’t a fantastic layer that I have seen, but she is enthusiastic about food and charmingly curious.  She is a speckled sussex.

This is Hildy on the left and Helmut on the left.  Helmut, as you saw in the previous post, is probably a rooster and bound for the country as soon as he confirms that by crowing and waking us up at 4am.  He is a mystery bird as we hatched him from a fertilized egg from a farm in Cornelius, but I think he is Americauna.  Hildy is a golden wyandotte.  She is very meek, unfortunately, and is nearly the bottom of the peeking order which has ruined her lovely coat.  She has some bare spots on her back where Rosey and Agnes peck at her.

This is Rosey, Francis’ chicken.  She is incredibly agile and can escape any fence.  This is the chicken who is consistently getting out of the pen and wandering over to the neighbors’.  I think it is because she has a larger view of the world.  After all, she has visited both preschool and kindergarten.  She knows what is out there.  She is also a speckled sussex.

This is ridiculous, but really, this is the only picture I have of Frankie.  She’s there behind Helmut.  And yes, I did use this picture in the previous post.  Like I said, this is the only picture I have of Frankie.  The reason is that she is FAST.  And skittish.  And runs like hell whenever I am anywhere near her.  So if I come in the pen, she goes in the henhouse.  If I open the henhouse door, she bolts for the yard.  I have caught her a couple of times and she acts like she is dying.  I don’t know what she will do when Helmut leaves.  She is small and will sort of be all alone.  This is the chick who became adhered to Agnes’ underside with the yolk of broken egg in the nest and then I had to detach her which tore out most of the down on her little chick backside.  Is this why she is such a freak now?  I suspect that Frankie is a barred rock or a dominique.

There they are!  It is happy times in my backyard.

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