Rhode Island Red hens are typically thought to be a friendly breed of chicken. With the exception of a few aggressive roosters over the years, we have always had what we considered to be friendly hens... of all breeds.
This year, though, we have the friendliest bunch of young hens that we have ever had. Each morning, when the henhouse door is opened, they come running out and typically, the Reds come running straight towards us. They stand at our feet looking up at us as if they are asking "what are the plans for today?"
They seem to have no fear, and a few of them have no problem with us picking them up.
Yesterday I was watching the flock as it was making its way out into the farmyard for free ranging. I was paying particular attention to our rooster, who is magnificent.
He has the loveliest tail feathers...
russet, greens and a tuft of white downy feathers at the base.
Thankfully, he is a gentle rooster who takes very good care of the hens- no to mention being dashingly handsome!!
As I was kneeling down taking photos of Elwood, Chester just happened to be up the driveway; and upon seeing me, headed down my way. As he pranced along the driveway, one of the Reds took off running after him.
She followed on his heels until he reached me... about 20 yards down from where he had started.
When he arrived in my vicinity, he turned around to look back into the chicken pen.
The little Red who had followed him, came face to face with him - standing her ground- as if she was trying to have a discussion with him.
It was truly the funniest exchange that I have seen between one of the hens and one of the dogs. Normally, they just ignore each other. This time, however, the little Red hen definitely wanted some sort of interaction.
Chester, the Pied Piper of chickens!
Yesterday was another in a string of cooler days... the sun rising through a cloudy sky - no rain, but temperatures that felt more like Autumn than August. Personally, I have been loving these days... although I hear they are not to last.
All of the animals are so much more comfortable when it is cooler. And when my animals are happy, I am happy, too!
We are finally at that sweet spot in garden life when all of our meals come from the garden. An example of this was yesterday's breakfast. Potatoes, onions, peppers, roasted cherry tomatoes, kale, and rosemary - all from the garden, sautéed together with a couple fried farm eggs on top. Then a piece of homemade seeded multigrain sourdough bread with yellow raisins on the side. Absolutely delicious... and all from the farm!
I am so excited - peaches are beginning to ripen. I'll be picking, cleaning, and freezing peaches over the next few days. What a treat it will be to have home-baked peach pies in the middle of winter. Peaches top the list of fruits ladened with pesticides, so having our own, organic peaches is such a treat - they are the only peaches that we eat! And
There has been no change in Sammie's demeanor. He is still not walking more than just a few steps. We continue to take him to the barn with us - lifting him in and out of the gator - where he finds a comfy spot to lay.
Even Prednisone (normally a miracle drug) has not helped to make him feel better. We have also added Tramadol for pain... although, he does not seem to be in any pain as long as he is just lying around. He just acts as though he is completely worn out. I'll keep you posted on his condition.
I spent a few hours yesterday babysitting the littlest of our Littles. Baby Elijah is now 10 months old! (How time flies.). He is the sweetest and happiest baby ever. This poor little guy cut 6 teeth in the past couple of weeks... all at the same time!