I think they had a collective headache…
Well that’s point of lay and no mistake. Clever girl.
I may need counseling.
In other news - I wish rooster-soo all the best.
Soo xx
Except she was supposed to be POL when we got her in mid October!
I’m going to attempt to bluff this out. I think she has been conflicted. She THOUGHT she should start laying but also knew that hens go right off lay as days get shorter. This has resolved itself by egg production starting bang on the solstice; which is, incidentally, one of my favourite days. Nothing like the promise of longer days and trees coming into bud to make Spring a mere hop skip and a jump away.
Later than I promised, I know, but things have been a bit hectic…
Anyway, new chooks settling in nicely:
What handsome birds. Are they a particular breed and I have missed it, sorry?
And even more pressingly than their breed, what are their names?
The breed is Remarkably Fortunate Chicken, I suspect.
What glorious feathers! They really do look rather pleased with themselves - and who wouldn’t?
The Naming Of Chickens is a serious business; we didn’t do too well with Soo and Kiki, after all. Doubt even Eliot would have been up to it.
We will know when they let us know.
If they are shy of letting you know, one of them has to be Japonica, for today we have naming of chooks. Her oppo could of course be Coral, should she glisten sufficiently and roam slightly.
Gxxx
your chooks, your choice ;- )
Can I have a go? As they look so bloody superior I’d go for Mapp and Lucia.
Well, a good pair of names but it would mean that one had to be utterly horrible and given to phantom eggnancies and the other reasonably horrible but sleekit enough to get away with almost anything. Does one really want that - those -qualities in a chicken?
Smug Gus with an apparently forgiving Mrs B Cat close by (she’ll make me pay, nae doot, but tonight she seems infused with the Christmas spirit, which is Most Puzzling)
Gxx
A little girl in the park yesterday explained to me that their Working Cocker was called Olive because she was black. Oh yes, I was in posh Bristol!! At my end of Bristol children generally wouldn’t have heard of olives. Their parents don’t seem to have heard of poo bags which is why we’ve gorn posh.
Olive was very rude and unkind to Rudolph.
Now that is a happy sight. I am a sucker for a chook’s upturned bum. And not in a bad way, before me words start getting twisted. Head down, bottom up, getting stuck in to where a worm might have passed as recently as two days ago, and chatting in chook the while ;- )
Busy birds,
Gxxx
Not daft, then, yon Bonnie…
I do love the poultry reports. Thank you.
My thoughts exactly Gus Joe please keep them coming