The little Buckeye pullet. She gets picked on a bit but not too bad. I tend to watch over her somewhat. She lays me an egg almost everyday.
There she is again. She tends to stay fairly close to the larger buckeye pullet, who is quite protective.
This is Rosie. Yes, she has a name. At this point she is the only one who has a name and we are trying to keep it that way. The reason she has a name is that she was the first one to fly over the fence and wander the yard around the house all day. She was also the first one to lay an egg. She laid an egg a day for several days before the others began to lay. She acts differently than the others. Much more inquisitive about us and extremely friendly. She will hang out on the deck and run to me when I call her name. She is a self-made pet. She will probably get to live to a ripe old age as long as she can stay away from predators.
He also installed a fan in the side of the coop for those hot windless days. Painted it for winter and insulated the roof. It looks much better.
He also made a gate for the boys pen. It is completely movable. I would like to take the fence down before winter. The gate could stay there I suppose. Might look unique.
Roosters don't take much at all. Food, water, grit and plenty of foraging space. They have there own thing going on.
They do like it when you take an unneccessary trip back there to see them. But don't bring the net or you won't see them. They know what that is. I never go in there pen without a short stick or broom. They are curious but also defensive. I keep control that way. Never use it but just the idea of it keeps them respectful.
They look perfect to me. I'm not seeing red in the eyes but the golden color is getting darker. So maybe it's gets more red the older they get.
They love the playcenter and the sandbox.
They were so happy.
In the ferns.
He gave them some bread. Now they are friends for life.