My very eldest was an old mixed breed rooster who died at 11 years and 3 months or so old. That was about five years ago now. He was one of our very first chickens here and had lost all of his comb tips and a large portion of all of his toes to the early wintertime mistakes we made as first timers with chickens. He had fondly become known as Mr. Toes in his old age as a result. Not sure if I have any pictures of him anymore, but he resembled a Delaware even though he was definitely a mix of mixes.
Next oldest, still living, are Raven and Merlin, a Wyandotte and Easter-egger we picked up at Tractor Supply either late March or early April of 2010. I have confidence they'll surpass Mr. Toes' record at this point, and I hope to see them live much longer still than that.
A slight update to this, since a reaction reminded me of it! My old, old girl, Raven, passed on about a week ago, at 11 years and roughly 8 months old. She did surpass the old man as I expected, but I'd hoped she would live to see another hatchday. Too bad.
Merlin's going strong, so I'm hopeful that she'll hit the 12 year mark and well beyond.
