Riley is now sporting a pretty, pink leg band. I have lost my glasses. I took him off his perch and struggled alone trying to get the band on his leg. Some time during the flurry, my glasses went somewhere. I will look for them again in the light of day.... At least I have a pair of readers so I can manage this post.
This is Riley. Minus his leg band, as I took the photo yesterday.
Elizabeth is a Wheaten Amereucana, from Jeremy's eggs. Alice Silver Sebright is on the arm of the bench next to Elizabeth.
Here's my buddy Hitchcock, performing for the ladies next door.
Nugget. Cute little fella, ain't he? He's been challenging
CARL lately, surprisingly. Luckily, the geese interrupt the encounters.
Kate and Angus earlier today, with Elvis looking on.
This
isn't Patrick, but Michael, who is down inside the empty pond constructed by the former occupants. My friend Soose1 named the two cockerels "Pat and Mike" when she was visiting, because they look so much alike and they do hang around together. Their names morphed into Patrick and Michael. Patrick has gold flashes of feathers on his shoulders, but otherwise looks just like Michael.
And this picture is just a hoot. I saw all those chickens in their dust bathing fox-holes and it made me think I had planted a new crop of chickens. Some of them had dug depressions deep enough to take their entire bodies, and I only saw their heads when they popped up to look around.