- Sizzle and Dominique hens
Jojo Joins the Free Range Hens
After two months of my new sizzle pullet living in the barn to avoid the pecking order battle ground, Jojo [left] joins the existing free range Dominique hens this morning. Finally! She will probably go back to the barn at sundown, her social rank won’t buy her a ticket to the hens coop, but this is at least a start.
Jojo is a month past the average for layng her first egg, it would be nice if she was allowed to lay in the same nest as the others hens. It will be interesting to see what my ladies decide. Until then… we wait.
- Jojo, Sizzle Pullet / 6 months old
The Hens are Back to Work
- Cookie, Buff Orphington
It may still feel like the dead of winter in many places around the country, but here in Arizona spring is quite apparent. While the hens rest during the colder winter months the egg production substantially decreases. Most all the heavy breeds continue to lay every two to three days, but the exhibition or fancy light birds quit laying altogether. But now the days are getting longer, and with warmer temperatures, the entire flock has started laying again. Even my fancy ladies Lady Madonna and Penny Lane added their pretty white eggs to the nest with all the others.
- Lady Madonna, Silver Laced Polish Hen, White Egg Layer
- TBN Farm Fresh Nest-Run Eggs
- Penny Lane, White Crested Blue Polish Hen
This is Jojo, she’s a Sizzle pullet, and the newest addition to the flock. White egg layer.
- Jojo, Sizzle Pullet
Every Day Is Precious
It’s barely dawn and the barn is shining like a brand new penny, there’s fresh water in the troughs, the hay room is raked clean, and everybody’s nose is buried deep in their morning hay. As I walk back to the house I can’t help but glance back and visually embrace my many blessings.
Beyond the corral gate, the dew is glistening like jewels on yesterday’s fresh cut grass. It’s fragrance still lingering in the morning air. The path to the chicken yard is filled with cotton tail bunnies feasting on the crisp cool greens. I sipped my coffee and waited for their mad dash to the tack shed. The not so secret haven where they raise all their babies.
I quietly sneaked up on my early risin’ ladies, just to make sure the bossy hens weren’t stirrin’ up a feud. But this morning it was peaceful, and I was entertained watching the hens tend to their morning agenda. Some were happily scratching through the fresh straw that filled their coop. Others were preparing the ground for a dust bath. All the rest were fluffing their feathers in a single ray of insignificant sunshine.
I looked at my watch and was shocked at the time, it was a work day, and now I was running late.
How could I have wasted so much time?
The answer was simple. Today was the day I took the time to appreciate the special things in my life. Shame on me for wasting so much time taking them all for granted.
Expected temperature today is 115, keeping the hens hydrated is easy with watermelon. Sometimes you just have to be creative!