This has inadvertently become chicken week here at La Maison Boheme. This is certainly not a chicken blog, but since we're in the process of finishing our coop, it's at the forefront of most conversation lately.
The ladies are 7 weeks old now and they have definitely outgrown their pack n' play. They'll be in their coop by the end of the weekend, so I'm not too worried. During the day, I've let them free range around the back yard. Of course this means that they're pooping all over my pretty patio. Argh. But once they're settled in their new home, I'll take a hose and brush to the patio and it'll be good as new.
Here are some shots of the ladies roaming their territory yesterday morning. Again, there are four of them. Gladys the Golden Laced Wyandotte, Aretha (or possibly Mr. Franklin if she turns out to be a cockrel) the Barred Rock, and Etta and Mavis the two Rhode Island Reds.
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| From left to right: Aretha, Etta and Mavis |
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| Etta exploring the ladder from the run to the roost. |
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| Aretha, Gladys and Etta. |
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| Aretha (possibly Mr. Franklin) |
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| All four ladies under the bench swing. |
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| Etta. |
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| Gladys. |
1 comment:
I had a Barred Rock chick this spring that I thought might be a roo due to a large red comb (which looks to be the reason that you're suspicious of Aretha/Mr. Franklin.) She lays me a lovely brown egg every morning :) Hope you're as lucky!
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