knock knock!

Hand over the treats or we'll poop on your porch!

Cluckle, cluckle - who are we kidding, we'll poop no matter what :-D

(good thing I love these girls, LOL!)

Monday cluckles

Chickie love!!

OK they're not here yet but I'm picking up a bunch of sweet chicks Saturday morning - can't wait!!

They will be between 3 days and 1 week old, a mix of: barred plymouth rock, salmon faverolles, easter eggers and orpingtons (blue, black or splash - don't know yet).

Squeeee!

In the meantime I'm having a blast with my little bantam frizzle babies, they're the softest, sweetest, funkiest things ever - I really need to take some pics or a video, just waiting for some good light!

More. I want more :-D

Sharing the chook love :-)

It was a beautiful day today -

a happy flock makes for a happy mama!

Hope you enjoyed watching this

as much as I enjoyed living it :)

beware the roose

Good-bye my sweet Angel

I can't believe she's gone...

My sweet Angel, one of the first silkies

to grace our mismatched flocks...

She wore her name well...

Never sick a day in her life,

she survived a crop surgery on our kitchen table last summer -

and now she's gone because of a stupid eye injury.

One day she was fine,

the next day her right eye was closed 

and it was obvious she was in a lot of pain.

I assumed someone had pecked her in the eye,

gave her antibiotics to ward off infection

even if there was no sign of anything awry

except her tightly-closed eye -

She went blind on one side.

In she space of a couple of weeks 

she lost half her weight.

She lost her balance 

and her status in the pack.

She kept swinging her head from side to side,

trying to see

or trying to alleviate the pain.

Everyone started pecking on her.

I found her on her back earlier today,

head twisted to the side -

when I lifted her up I noticed blood on her neck feathers

then her eye, or whatever was left of it.

Absolutely horrible.

She was half passed out from pain and shock.

There was only one thing to do,

the kind thing, the humane one.

The final act of mercy.

Thank you to my dear husband

for ending her suffering,

I just cannot do it.

Can't.

I feel hollow inside.

knock knock - who's there?

Why, we sweet chooks of course!

Never a dull day here at the technofarm ;-)

Sunday cluckles