It’s been nearly a year since my last post. We made it through Snowvid 2021 hauling 3 gallon buckets of water through 10-14 inch snow drifts to and from the coop several times a day only to have the flock nearly decimated by predators. Blogging about the creatures I love dearly just became too painful.
But now my flock is nearly back to par. I don’t have 52 chickens again (yet), but am up to 38. My last set of roosters gave their all defending the girls, so now I have a new set. Peckerhead’s, Buddy’s, and Baby Huey’s sons have taken their place and are trying to live up to their dads’ legacies.
Cogburn, PC (short for Prince Charming), and Dewey sweet talk the girls with juicy bug-treats, do their little romance-dance, and give the alarm call when a shadow swoops overhead. And man! These girls respond to their charms, especially Cogburn’s. It’s especially sweet to watch him escort a group of ladies up to the house for treats. He takes the lead, but once they get past the crepe myrtles, all bets are off as they race to the water bucket and the cat food on the shop porch. He does his duty and stands guard as they dirt bathe in the bushes or dig for bugs under the shrubbery.
I miss my other boys. And I miss the girls that we lost, too. But our flock is making a comeback, so stay tuned for hilarious tales of egg hunts when it’s not easter, spiders in my curly hair, and all things chicken.
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