We've been having an unseasonably warm November, so the flock is still getting some good tucker out on range...they look great and are doing great. This spring's pullets and cockerel will be turning 6 mo. old the day after Thanksgiving, so I'll be looking for eggs soon from that lot. The cockerel is filling out and looking great...he's real sociable, confident and calm which I love and a much better flock master than his sire already. Breeding well, gentle for such a young bird but very thorough all the same. Quiet, like I like 'em.
The pullets are filling out well also and a few really catch my eye frequently as I watch them come and go in their chickeny lives. Last year's breeders are really showing their true colors as we go into winter and only one will make the cut in next year's culling. She was my favorite from the beginning and I'm glad to see my instincts on her were not wrong...she was the first to mature, had the best conformation and was the best broody, while laying the biggest and most consistent egg and is still laying daily after getting back to the coop nest from raising her brood. I'll be breeding her again, for sure, along with the best two of the pullets.
This next spring is the start of my own line, so I'm pretty excited to see how it all goes.
Winter coop is all snug and warm, sunny and airy. Taking 14 birds into the winter, feed mix is like I want it and many bags of leaves stored for bedding. I'm ready.
Looked at my records for when the last year's breeders went broody and will be planning my breeding schedule around those times next spring...got some new ideas for how I want my breeding pen set up and can't wait to try a few little experiments.
I enjoy this part of it Bee. I am looking forward to the coming hatching season. I have, for the most part, decided on my pairings. I know who will be with who. I have a schedule.
It is a pleasure to head down your own road. I have enjoyed that about my Catalanas. They are my own. The work of my hands. I decide what I like, dislike, what I will not tolerate, and what I will tolerate.
And again, I enjoy the seasonal rhythm. I cannot do as I have in the past, but I can still enjoy them.