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.