Eggs!! Around July 1st.

At first, they laid a range of sizes, from jumbo (30oz) to peewee (yep, you heard that right, less than 15oz).

Poem

Grandma Margaret sent a clipping from the May 24th New Yorker, a poem by Gary Whitehead called "A Glossary of Chickens".

There should be a word for the way
they look with just one eye, neck bent,
for beetle or worm or strewn grain.
“Gleaning,” maybe, between “gizzard”
and “grit.” And for the way they run
toward someone they trust, their skirts
hiked, their plump bodies wobbling:
“bobbling,” let’s call it, inserted
after “blowout” and before “bloom.”
There should be terms, too, for things
they do not do—like urinate or chew—
but perhaps there already are.
I’d want a word for the way they drink,
head thrown back, throat wriggling,
like an old woman swallowing
a pill; a word beginning with “S,”
coming after “sex feather” and before “shank.”
And one for the sweetness of hens
but not roosters. We think
that by naming we can understand,
as if the tongue were more than muscle.

Growing, growing, no eggs yet!

Wattles and comb:



Built for sitting on eggs!

The cat is pretty interested, and the chickens try carrot peels

The first dust bath:

Poultry in motion (as advertised)

Poulet Beaucoup

AprilAprilApril::::::::

They've moved to the other side of the coop so they can go in and out. Eating grass, it's April, and life is sweet.


Have you ever seen a cuter bum:

Eating grass:

The food container:


Golden Sex-Link and Rhode Island Red: