I'm delighted to see all the names!
Collectively, my birds are known as "The Blessed and Highly Favored Flock of Whisper Hill." Once a member, always a member.
Naming Day is a big deal, complete with portraits. Most are named for my ancestors, but not all.
Precious to me, but lost a few months ago in a dog raid, were Thelma, Dean, Myra Quackmire, Louise Quackmire, Edna,and Callie.
My current flock: Harry (rooster), Lillie Maude, Fanny, Opal, Clara, Half Chick, Emily, and Rita.
I ordered 23 replacement pullets a few weeks ago. Cackle Hatchery sent 25. They are all healthy and growing, but yet unnamed. Right after receiving these, my number one hen, Lillie Maude (Australorp) went broody. The eggs are currently hatching, and will be second gen Highly Favoreds.
The whole flock has been incredibly supportive of Lillie Maude. On at least one occasion, Rita kept the eggs warm while Lillie stretched her legs. While waiting for Lillie's return, I got video of Rita providing a little nest maintenance, bringing up a bit of extra straw while keeping the eggs warm.
The evening before last (Lillie growing anxious and weary, having a two day old hatchling while still keeping her eggs toasty and turned) I told the flock to pray for Lillie before going to sleep. Rita jumped up on the upper roost, and I had to take this pic of what happened next.
Each night I tuck the flo
ck in, making certain of roll call, and locking up tight. Most nights I remind them that they are the Blessed and Highly Favored Flock of Whisper Hill. I now tell them this with careful enunciation, as one night, in a hurry, I accidentally told them they were the Blessed and Highly Flavored Flock.
Harry, having vivid recall of what happened to the first roo, Peck, felt the remark was in terribly poor taste, and a couple of the hens were so upset that they didn't lay for several days.
(The pics are of Lillie Maude (solid black) still warming her eggs, with her hatchling on her back, and of Rita with her wing around Opal's shoulders as they said their prayers. And of
Rita repairing Lillie's nest while keeping the eggs warm as Lillie had to stretch her legs.
Collectively, my birds are known as "The Blessed and Highly Favored Flock of Whisper Hill." Once a member, always a member.
Naming Day is a big deal, complete with portraits. Most are named for my ancestors, but not all.
Precious to me, but lost a few months ago in a dog raid, were Thelma, Dean, Myra Quackmire, Louise Quackmire, Edna,and Callie.
My current flock: Harry (rooster), Lillie Maude, Fanny, Opal, Clara, Half Chick, Emily, and Rita.
I ordered 23 replacement pullets a few weeks ago. Cackle Hatchery sent 25. They are all healthy and growing, but yet unnamed. Right after receiving these, my number one hen, Lillie Maude (Australorp) went broody. The eggs are currently hatching, and will be second gen Highly Favoreds.
The whole flock has been incredibly supportive of Lillie Maude. On at least one occasion, Rita kept the eggs warm while Lillie stretched her legs. While waiting for Lillie's return, I got video of Rita providing a little nest maintenance, bringing up a bit of extra straw while keeping the eggs warm.
The evening before last (Lillie growing anxious and weary, having a two day old hatchling while still keeping her eggs toasty and turned) I told the flock to pray for Lillie before going to sleep. Rita jumped up on the upper roost, and I had to take this pic of what happened next.
Each night I tuck the flo
ck in, making certain of roll call, and locking up tight. Most nights I remind them that they are the Blessed and Highly Favored Flock of Whisper Hill. I now tell them this with careful enunciation, as one night, in a hurry, I accidentally told them they were the Blessed and Highly Flavored Flock. Harry, having vivid recall of what happened to the first roo, Peck, felt the remark was in terribly poor taste, and a couple of the hens were so upset that they didn't lay for several days.
(The pics are of Lillie Maude (solid black) still warming her eggs, with her hatchling on her back, and of Rita with her wing around Opal's shoulders as they said their prayers. And of
Rita repairing Lillie's nest while keeping the eggs warm as Lillie had to stretch her legs.
He didn't make it.
