Chicken news

My favorite bantie, the red cockerel, died after a few weeks from Marek's disease.

I named the black hen "Big Helga" because she was the largest chicken and had male features.

Big Helga turned out to be a boy. A few weeks ago I murdered the other two roosters because they weren't getting along. I will always feel guilty, and I don't think I'll be able to butcher any more chickens. I'll still eat them, though. : )


Then on September 30th I got three day-old Plymouth rock barred hens:

(from left to right: Miss Fusspot, Hermes, Sweetie Pie)















Hermes at three weeks, October 23rd:





















Sweetie at five weeks, November 2nd:


















The pears are in fine form this year. Instead of letting them rot in huge piles on the ground, I've been juicing them. The kids love it.