Meet our new flock. They are little cuties.
I believe they are some kind of bantam. We aren’t sure. Chickens around here seem to be just what they are – chickens. One thing I do know is that this bunch is much tamer than the last. They are still only babies and have been petted since hatching. This makes me hopeful that we might eventually be able to free range these. That gives you the healthiest eggs and the chickens a more natural diet.
We have moved the coop from the previous location of the massacre of the last flock to right outside our bedroom window. We are hoping to avoid a repeat massacre,offering the new flock a little more protection. The coop sat next to the woods before which left them vulnerable I believe. John dug a trench for the run and filled it in with dirt. The two of us tied wire around the bottom about an inch between each tie to try to reinforce the chicken wire. It was pretty obvious the last undoing of our flock was done by a possum because of the total destruction, waste, and nastiness of it.
There is nothing like a home grown egg. Chickens that feast on clover and quality feed, bugs, and treats from the table give the darkest yolks that are so full of flavor. You don’t have to worry about serving them runny either, though I’ve never been much to worry about that. Another plus are the shells are so much stronger. You can definitely tell that the factory farmed poultry are not healthy animals by their egg shells and yolks.
Right now, we have two baby hens and two baby roosters. Then, there’s Roy, our left over rooster from the last flock. He runs free and is scared to death of John, but will sit on the porch with our dog. So, we are rooster heavy, but we’ve decided to expand the flock to at least six hens. I won’t count out the possibility of one of the baby roosters ending up on the table when it is grown.
I rocked Ivy to sleep this evening and heard Roy crowing his head off. Then, in this viable attempt a little voice screeched what I believe to be his first cocka-doodle-doo. It was sweet. I know I shouldn’t get attached. It’s not healthy.
This is another thing that has inspired my homesteading mind of late. This little structure sits right inside the trees in the backyard and inside a fence that the previous dwellers on this property used to keep pet foxes.
Here’s another view from farther back. I dare not try to drag it out of the woods because it is almost a guarantee there would be a copperhead nest under it. Yet, it sits there sturdy and unused, slowly becoming a part of the woods. See, I’m thinking goats. A goat family. I’m thinking this would be a perfect house for them. John laughs at me and says that’s a project for next spring.