LOL. They're all boys. The grey in front is 'mr. Get off my lawn!" Sterling. The red one behind him is William. The white one is Nova, the oldie at 14 years old. The cream is Stormy who is 5. The black at the back is Kosmo. And not shown is Angus, who is probably off terrorizing some villagers and being chased with torches and pitchforks. Good God that boy is a walking challenge.
Speaking of, I have a half icelandic-half blue laced wyandotte pain in the butt pullet. To say she's adventurous is an understatement. When the weather was nice and they were free-ranging every day, she would disappear all day and come back to be locked up at dark. I have no idea where on 50 acres she went to, but she always went alone. Well today, I let them out for the first time in a week. We still have snow, but it's 41 out. OK, so I go to put them away, and guess who is missing? OC, Frank.
So I wander to the cattle fence, and since the snow pack is built up there and has crushed the prairie grass I start looking. All I see are deer tracks, coyote, skunk, rabbit, possum, mouse annnnnnd there it is chicken. She's off in the field again. I scour the field and spot her red comb, dinkering around the grass and then sits under a cedar tree. I taunt her with treats, and she makes it to within grabbing distance of the fence and then turns and works her way back to the bush. So help me, if I go out there, climb the barbed wire fence and find she has a month's worth of eggs from October stashed over there....I'm going to dig out her passport and mail her back to Iceland.
