Oh, the fluffiness!
The chickens have really taken over. But that’s the way we like it. Not only do they provide us with constant chuckles and fresh eggs, they have really, truly opened our eyes to the locally-sourced food concept. It’s nice to know when and where these eggs came from. Thank you, my fluffy-butted little egg-makers!
A few of our all-time favorite chicken posts:
Yes, I Bathed a Chicken
Chicken Coop Redecorating
Dogs and Chickens: A Love Story?
Scarecrow Hawk Deterrent
(For more posts, visit the ‘Chickens’ category in the righthand sidebar.)
Some chickeny moments for your consideration:
The girls gather at the back door and stare me down.
Clementine perches not so gracefully on the garden edging.
Gertie basks in the sun.
It looks bad, I know. This looks like roadkill. But this is a seriously contented Millie lolling in the warm dirt.
Eloise poses for Earth Day.
Eloise and Millie.
The girls pay no mind to the new scarecrow lady.
Millie takes an un-sanctioned stroll through the house while the yellow dog watches.
Rainy day chicken!
Gertie gets cuddles after her first bath.
I seriously can’t plan this stuff….these girls just know how to get a good shot.
Baby Clem and Eloise.
Our friends show off their chicken portraits and face-pulling skills.
The Twins check themselves out in the garden mirror.
The baby chicks get acquainted with their new kid friends.
A teenage Eloise hangs out in the shade of the nasturtiums.
That awkward teenage phase.
The girls spend way too much time in front of the garden mirror. Vain, vain chickens.
The egg factory.
Not palm-sized anymore, but boy does he love them birds!
Our neighbor shows off his chick-magnetism.
Miss Gertrude stops to pose for the camera.
The good ol’ days of prime cuteness (that lasted for about a week).
Such a busty blond.
The girls chill on their favorite comfy chair.
A teenage Clementine inspects the lavender bushes.
The latest incarnation of the chicken ‘jail’.
Speaking of blondes….Chance and the two Buffs relax in the sun together.
Seems like just yesterday when my little nephew could fit the birds in the palm of his little paw!
All packaged-up and ready to be delivered to some chicken-less neighbors.
The girls show off their good sides for a New Years greeting.
Urban chicken camouflage.
After several days of cold rain, the girls find a dry spot to warm up in.
My scientific comparison.
Everyone wants to be inside.
Abbie tends her flock.
Millie takes a drink from the chicken sink.