A friend of mine called me in a panic a few days ago. A chicken had wandered into his yard. He doesn't keep chickens. None of his neighbors keep chickens. His daughters named it "Phil" and wanted to adopt it, but he just didn't feel ready for that kind of commitment and gave it to me.
I didn't do proper flock integration protocol because it's too *(&(T%(*&* cold to maintain two coops right now, especially if one chicken is all alone and has nothing for body heat, so crossing my fingers that Phil is healthy.
I'm thinking that Phil is a younger pullet, but I have zero experience with Barred Rocks, so I don't know for sure. Phil is a little smaller than my full grown hens, but definitely large fowl.
This was the best shot I could get of Phil's face.
Body shot while foraging.
Another awkward body shot (hey, the scratch tasted soooooooo good after a couple weeks of foraging through snow!!!)
I didn't do proper flock integration protocol because it's too *(&(T%(*&* cold to maintain two coops right now, especially if one chicken is all alone and has nothing for body heat, so crossing my fingers that Phil is healthy.
I'm thinking that Phil is a younger pullet, but I have zero experience with Barred Rocks, so I don't know for sure. Phil is a little smaller than my full grown hens, but definitely large fowl.
This was the best shot I could get of Phil's face.
Body shot while foraging.
Another awkward body shot (hey, the scratch tasted soooooooo good after a couple weeks of foraging through snow!!!)