Good Morning Granny Land. Disaster struck a few days ago. We lost our most beloved hen Muffin. We had just opened up the coop for afternoon recess and I had gotten seated to dole out treats when Muffin came over to me and to a few pecks of bread and sat down at my feet. She didn't want any more which was very unusual. 2 minutes later she did a gasp for air and then went in to what must have been cardiac arrest. She had turned 27 months old. For a girl that had a life expectancy of 12 weeks she lived a long and enjoyable life. Her favorite spot was at my feet.
On a happy note we finally got a break in the rain and made rounds this morning making sure the water fountains and feeders were well stocked. Form the coop door I could see a tiny head sticking out from under the broody Crested Cream Legbar. I carefully removed 5 shells from her nest. I think there are 3-4 more possible that might hatch. She is going to be a good mama hen as she let me look but showed her displeasure at me meddling in her affairs. I told her she needed to do better as 3 of those 5 chicks are roosters in the making. Watching chicks climb on their mama and work their way into her feathers seeking warmth and safety is just breath taking.
On a happy note we finally got a break in the rain and made rounds this morning making sure the water fountains and feeders were well stocked. Form the coop door I could see a tiny head sticking out from under the broody Crested Cream Legbar. I carefully removed 5 shells from her nest. I think there are 3-4 more possible that might hatch. She is going to be a good mama hen as she let me look but showed her displeasure at me meddling in her affairs. I told her she needed to do better as 3 of those 5 chicks are roosters in the making. Watching chicks climb on their mama and work their way into her feathers seeking warmth and safety is just breath taking.
Congrats on the new life.
