The Buff Orpington chicks that I bought this spring are growing up. At least some of them are as we were presented with their first egg today: small, gorgeous, and very smooth.
They are beautiful hens; we call them the Gorgeous Blonds. They should all have names starting with M, like Marilyn, if only I could tell them apart. The old flock are still around, in case you wonder. What do you think this is? Chicken Run? Production has fallen off, but those older hens have done great duty and deserve to live out their lives in quiet retirement. I am happy that the new girls have integrated so well with the flock, they seem to be all one big, relatively happy family. After all, they are chickens, those sharks in feathers.
1 comment:
That is so cool! Pretty chick, pretty egg. I am such a city girl!!
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