So I am pretty sure that our chickens amuse me way more than they do any of you reading, so I hope you don’t mind seeing a ton of pictures of them! I feel like I have done a good job of restraining myself and really limiting my chicken posts. This is my first time having any sort of farmish animal and the novelty hasn’t worn off yet. I don’t think it will anytime soon either because we are yet to get our first egg. The girls should start laying around the end of October and then, even worse than tons of chicken pictures, I will be posting egg pictures.
Our roosters are now crowing. This is hugely exciting for me. I open my kitchen windows so I can hear them better. It makes me feel all Tasha Tudor minus the fabulous garden and corgis. I always pictured a rooster tilting it’s head back and opening it’s mouth wide to cock a doodle doo, but mine barely open their mouths at all. They just sort of cock their head sideways and let it out. It is hard to tell they are doing anything at all besides the obvious sound they make. I am glad that I took the advice of a friend who raises chickens and went ahead and got roosters. Of course we realize that three is too many-we only ordered the two and got the third as some sort of demented bonus.
Our chickens aren’t tame. They come when I call them because they want me to give them some scratch or some other treat, but they don’t hop in our laps or enjoy being held. They really are “birdbrained.” It seems to me that all they think about is eating. That’s fine because I like to feed little creatures like them and I love the way the whole pack of them chases after me when I go to get their feed.
Even though I really love them, I no longer give kisses on the beak.