Hi everyone! I’m Alexis Vlaanderen, semi-new chicken enthusiast!
I’ve been in the chicken game for about four years now—long enough to know the difference between a broody hen and a feathered velociraptor, but still learning new things every day (like how chickens somehow manage to escape a fully enclosed run).
Right now, I share my backyard with 23 clucking divas of all shapes and feather styles. We’ve got a feathered rainbow coalition going on with Welsummers, Niederrheiners, Marans, Ameraucanas, Bielefelders, Swedish Flower Hens, Jersey Giants, Brahmas, Salmon Faverolles, Wyandottes, and Orpingtons in every color imaginable. It’s basically a feathery version of the United Nations out there.
My favorite part of chicken keeping? The personalities, hands down. Each hen has her own quirks—from the one who thinks she’s a lap dog to the one who side-eyes me like I’m plotting something. Spoiler: I usually am. It’s probably snacks.
When I’m not refereeing chicken drama or dodging Koda, our four-year-old husky who finds the chickens just a little too interesting, I’m usually in the kitchen cooking or baking something delicious, in the garden talking to my plants (they’re much better listeners than the chickens), or crocheting projects that may or may not ever be finished.
Most importantly, I’m a new mom to a sweet 6-month-old girl and feel so grateful to be able to stay home and soak in all the snuggles, squawks, and chaos life has to offer.
I’ve been in the chicken game for about four years now—long enough to know the difference between a broody hen and a feathered velociraptor, but still learning new things every day (like how chickens somehow manage to escape a fully enclosed run).
Right now, I share my backyard with 23 clucking divas of all shapes and feather styles. We’ve got a feathered rainbow coalition going on with Welsummers, Niederrheiners, Marans, Ameraucanas, Bielefelders, Swedish Flower Hens, Jersey Giants, Brahmas, Salmon Faverolles, Wyandottes, and Orpingtons in every color imaginable. It’s basically a feathery version of the United Nations out there.
My favorite part of chicken keeping? The personalities, hands down. Each hen has her own quirks—from the one who thinks she’s a lap dog to the one who side-eyes me like I’m plotting something. Spoiler: I usually am. It’s probably snacks.
When I’m not refereeing chicken drama or dodging Koda, our four-year-old husky who finds the chickens just a little too interesting, I’m usually in the kitchen cooking or baking something delicious, in the garden talking to my plants (they’re much better listeners than the chickens), or crocheting projects that may or may not ever be finished.
Most importantly, I’m a new mom to a sweet 6-month-old girl and feel so grateful to be able to stay home and soak in all the snuggles, squawks, and chaos life has to offer.
