Don’t count your chickens

We had given up on our three oldest hens for egg production- thus the reason for the new flock of birds – however we have noticed that they have been congregating on my friend’s trailer stoop – making and awful racket, and disappearing under the trailer. So we pulled back the hay bales … a dozen eggs! I wouldn’t mind more chicks.(wink)

Clever girl

One of our new chicken, named Blue – after the velociraptor – decided to figure out what was going on in the big house. (see video on Instagram) She actually made it into the house after several failed attempts at peaking, jumping and analyzing the door. Ok – I let her in – just to see what she would do.

She made herself comfortable! lol


Our chickens have been running amok for awhile now and our Easter egg hunts have been fruitless so we locked them up in their coop last night. They were very pouty today since they couldn’t have free run of the neighborhood and when we checked later in the day to see if we had any eggs we discovered they had mutiny once again by eating their own eggs.

Dirk’s response to that, “Meats back on the menu boys!”

Funny Story

A few weeks ago our chickens started laying their eggs in wilds places – our neighbors pasture weeds, under the pine tree, under our deck – every day we got to have our own little Easter egg hunt because the heat had become unbearable in their coop. One of their nests under the deck is hard to reach and I wasn’t able to get one the other day. The next morning I came out to find that the hens had pushed the egg out for me. 

At least my birds love me!

My Mind: Or is this their way of giving you a bird?