Olivander, the world's most considerate rooster. Here he is on an outing with Big Jane. Olivander is good and gentle with his girls, always doing his little dance to show off for them. He often will fly up onto my lap (when I'm sitting) or my shoulder (when I'm standing) for a hello and a visit. Olivander recently had all his tail feathers ripped out by a dog (who has since been sent back to her owner where she will have no chickens to chase) but, thanks to the good work of our vet and Mother Nature's healing ways, ole Oli is coming back into full plummage!

Below is young Gretchen, my very first Welsummer. The photo on the left is when she was a pullet, and on the right when she matured into an egg-laying hen. Gretchen is a gal who likes to be off by herself. Even when I brought her some kin company, four Welsummer hens, Gretchen preferred to keep to her independent ways. She has since matured into a fine hen who, even in the shortest days of the year, lays about 3-4 eggs a week.

The natural beauty of Welsummers in autumn. These are Queenie, Squawkie, and Hoppy, named for their behaviors. They are two year old Welsummer hens purchased two months ago from a production farm at two years of age. They are in molt in the photo. The girls are obviously happy to be out of a pen and upon fragrant tulip poplar leaves in the warm sun. I really admire their natural camouflage.

Big Jane, on the lookout for clover and good bugs to eat.
The lovely Luna, a Polish Tolbunt, with Beckon, her canine best pal, and she, his.