Icelandic Chickens

[The Sheriff]

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Here she is! I couldn't find a translation for butterscoth but I found caramel. It is karamellu. So her new name is Karamellu or just Kara. She is a beauty!

I think Lukka's "baby" is going to look a lot like Kara!

 

[cherylcohen]

I Love Her!!!!

 

[kathyinmo]

Oh, yes, Mary ..... She IS very pretty! Thanks for the picture. Now, go get some more .... never enough pictures!

 

[Happy Chooks]

She's beautiful! I love the name Kara too.

 

[The Sheriff]

Ok, so I went out with the camera and took some more shots. I so love these birds.

Everyday starts with a forage around the fig tree to see if anything has fallen.

Isi (pronounced "Icy" BTW) sounded an alert to something so everyone ran to the corner.

Gunnar called his own meeting at the broody pen.

The young roos socialized with a sweet young thing in the coop.

Lukka and her look-a-like strolled the yard with Rhea, my lazy BLRW.

Gunnar displayed why I also call him Pretty Boy.

Then he told me to get the camera out of his face. I complied.

This baby dug an escape hole under the gate and almost got 8 yards of topsoil dropped on his head from a dump truck. A boy, no doubt! (I don't need your help on this one Kelly!)

The silkies were.....well, uh, nevermind.

 

[Happy Chooks]

I so love your picture stories Mary!

 

[incubatingisfun]

that rooster is very cool looking.i hope my silkie is a hen another excuse for hathcing eggs

 

[kathyinmo]

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Me too! I always look forward to seeing more!

 

[The Sheriff]

I am so proud of my Icelandic roo Isi. He is king of the chicken yard and takes his job very seriously. This morning I awoke to silence, no crowing, no clucking, no nothing. I headed out to the chicken yard with some tasty kitchen scraps and found the yard empty except for one little mutt. I could see that the pop door was open so I knew they could come out if they wanted. I immediately feared that the door had failed to close last night and something had gotten in and killed them all. I approached the big door with terror and slowly opened it. There was Isi, standing guard over 26 hens and roos he had herded into a corner. They all were terrified. I looked around but could find nothing amiss. I put the food down in the yard and thought they would come out for it. Nobody moved a muscle. If they did, Isi growled a low warning. I left the food in the yard and came inside. He did not allow anyone out of the coop for several minutes. After that, he kept them confined to one corner near the pop door or inside the coop.

He patrolled the yard like like a real prison guard, scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble.

Here one little roo decided to challenging him and Isi sent him right back into the coop!

And here is the source of all the commotion. A feral cat has been gaining entrance into the chicken yard from our deck and going after the babies.

He will be trapped asap and transported to Animal Control.

Isi kept the flock confined for another hour or so, eventually letting them out to get the treats I left. One of the juvie roos began harassing The Divine Miss M (silkie) and wouldn't let her eat. Isi gave him a quick beat down, then went to the tray and picked out some food which he dropped at Miss M's little feathered feet.

Is is really possible to love a rooster? I think so.

 

[cherylcohen]

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Isi has a home here anytime he wants to visit

what a luv bug