Before I get to the crowing part, I have to show the mischievous part.
These two hens felt the need to roost on the gate.
Then one decided to fly into the yard.
Apparently our side looked better.
Might be time to clip some wings.
This is our entire flock.
Seven Indian Runners, two Khaki Campbells, and seven chickens.
For the most part they get along.
As the younger bunch (the four on the right) have gotten bigger they've
been able to join the others without any problems.
Both of our Khaki Campbells are hens.
We're super excited about that... more duck eggs!
Not sure why she was holding her foot up.
She walks and runs just fine.
I guess she wanted to be a flamingo for a minute.
See the one looking at the camera?
She's supposed to be our Jersey Giant hen.
She started crowing this morning.
Obviously she's not a hen.
She's bossed everybody around since we brought her home.
We figured it was because of her size.
While I'm sure that was part of it, I'm guessing it was because she's a rooster.
We let Nolan pick the Jersey Giant.
He's the same age as the hen behind him...
Roosters are larger than the hens but this one will be much bigger.
They're supposed to get HUGE.
Thirteen pounds huge... almost twice the size of a normal hen.
Think great dane of chickens.
This could get interesting!
The hen/rooster was not the only mix-up at the farm store.
The hen on the right is supposed to be a Barred Rock.
She seems to be missing her bars.
We think she's another Black Australorp.
That's what happens when people children pick up chicks
and don't put them back in the proper bin.
Maybe that's why some stores won't let you pick them up.
Which is also why it's better to order what you want rather than getting them from the bins.
We only planned on a few...
The younger ones, which Dwayne calls "littles", coming to see what I'm doing.
This is Ra.
He's supposed to be a rooster.
He's very friendly and comes right up to you.
So maybe he's not a rooster after all.
Only time will tell.
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