Category Archives: Chickens!

New Eggs

The new girls have started to lay!

We collected two eggs on Thursday before we left for Michigan.

Our chicken sitters collected few more on Friday, and on Saturday they collected 10 eggs between our 5 Red Stars and our 16 Leghorns. Way to go ladies!

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As a special treat, Joe and I took them a few large borage plants and some fresh clover this morning.

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Pecky strutted around, making sure all his ladies were getting plenty to eat before eating some himself.

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The eggs are pretty small now and, although they will not be as big as our Red Stars’ eggs, will get bigger as they grow. We are guessing that when they are at their peak, we’ll get at least a dozen a day from them.

Plenty to share!

Our girls are growing up
They lay more every day
They’re white and tiny now
The size is just ok

As these hens get bigger
The eggs will grow large too
They taste the same regardless
Of breed or size or hue

Male Call

My husband, while out feeding the chickens, heard the crow of a rooster.

It did not come from the farm across the road. It came from our own dear flock.

Pecky has finally declared himself. He’s staked his claim. He’s found his calling.

With the confirmation of my gut feeling, I was able to finally figure out what breed of bird we have on our hands.

A Blue Cochin.

Cochins come in many colors. The hatchery we ordered from reports that  50% of cochins will hatch blue while the other 50% will be a black, white or black/white combo.

Our own Pecky Greenleg was blue and is now bluish/gray with dark gray specks.

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Cochins also have big fuzzy feathers…a lot of them.

Feathers on their feet and legs.

Feathers jutting out the sides of their bodies.

Feathers sprouting from their heads.

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Even though their feathers are blue, black, white or speckled, the skin beneath is yellow so the eggs will be light brown…just like our dear Red Star’s eggs.

Pecky has always been much calmer than the others, which is in line with the standard personalities of all cochins. They make good pets, they are great for the garden and considered one of the most friendly chicken breeds.

They’re quiet and calm.

Unless of course, you mess with one of their ladies.

Then you get a loud ‘growl’ and a dirty look.

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The roosters can get as heavy as 11 pounds. The standard chicken is 4-6 pounds.

Now that we know he’s a ‘he’, we are taking steps to stop the bantams from pecking hands and toes when we feed them or get too close. If we handle Pecky and he starts to be calm and friendly around us, the ladies will follow his lead.

With time their angry, hostile and defensive pecking will turn into nips of affection…we hope.

Pecky Greenleg you’re a boy!
You will bring us so much joy
We will play and we will chat
The other hens will all like that

When you like us, you will see
Just how happy you could be
Let’s start now and get to know
The ways that friends like us can grow

Pecky Greenleg: Chapter 9

In chapter 1 Jake and his mom just got new chicks. One of the chicks is grey with hairy green legs. Jake names her Pecky Greenleg and then finds out that ‘she’ is a ‘he’…and can talk.

In chapter 2 Jake and Pecky decide to try and learn where Pecky came from as none of the other chicks can talk. Jake promises to start at the hatchery.

In chapter 3 Jake tells Pecky he had no luck at the hatchery but that the man he talked to seemed nervous and uncomfortable talking about the gray chicks so they decide they need to go to the post office to find out more about the delivery.

In chapter 4 Jake and Pecky visit the local post office where they learn that the delivery man from McDougal Hatchery came back after the delivery and swapped the package with another box. 

In chapter 5 Pecky and Jake decide that they need to take a trip back to the hatchery to confront Gilbert. 

In chapter 6 Jake takes Pecky back to the hatchery to confront Gilbert and they discover that Gilbert can hear Pecky too. 

In chapter 7 Gilbert tells Pecky and Jake how Pecky came to the hatchery and what happened to the others like him. 

In chapter 8 Pecky realizes that he will have to be the bait to catch whoever is after him. 

Chapter 9

“No, absolutely not! Pecky will not be used as bait!” Jake exclaimed.

We don’t have any other options,” said Gilbert. “Whoever is behind this can easily find out where Pecky has gone. It’s only a matter of time.”

“But–“

No Jake. It’s the only way.

Jake looked at Pecky and then turned and glared at Gilbert.

I have to do this. I don’t want to put you or your family in any more danger than I already have. 

Gilbert nodded in silent agreement.

Jake scowled.

It’s a risk, but we have to take it. 

Jake’s shoulders slumped and sadness filled his face. He knew they were right. Setting a trap was a sure way to catch the people bent on capturing Pecky.

“It’s getting late,” Jake sighed, looking at the clock. “We’d better figure out how this trap will work before my mom comes back to get me.”

For the next half hour they talked. Gilbert discarded in all of Pecky’s suggestions and Jake poked holes in all of Gilbert’s ideas.

Finally, they decided that Jake’s plan was the best they could come up with.

Don’t worry Jake. The plan is a good one.

“Yes,” said Gilbert. “Pecky will be protected at every step.”

“Ok, let’s go through it one more time before I go.”

“We will put it out that we have a rare, exotic bird at the hatchery,” began Gilbert.

When people start coming to see me, I’ll try talking to them. Gilbert will be watching their faces for a sign that they can understand me.

“Once we know who can hear Pecky, we’ll watch his pen at night, waiting for them to come back.”

When they come back, Gilbert and his men will catch them, tie them up and put them in one of the pens.

“Then we’ll be able to question them and find out why they’ve been after these gray chickens with green legs.”

“And if they don’t come back?” asked Jake.

Oh, they’ll come back. They’ve put too much effort into finding me to give up.  

Pecky turned to Jake with determination in his eyes.

Go home Jake. Gilbert will let you know what happens. 

Jake felt chilled. He knew that he may be seeing Pecky for the last time.

As though reading his mind, Pecky ruffled his feathers and gave Jake an affectionate peck on the hand.

Go home.

With one last look at Pecky, Jake turned and walked out the door.

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Chores

Even though I stagger the seeds and starts, getting everything in the garden seems like a rush of activity. My schedule is full of “plant this today, plant that tomorrow, prune the tomatoes, cut back the lettuce” and on and on.

It’s hectic and exhilarating.

Then, once it’s all in the ground, the waiting starts.

In between obsessively checking for green sprouts and flowery buds, we have our daily chores.

First thing we do every morning after breakfast is check on the little chickens. We make sure their food dish is full and they have plenty of water.

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Next, we head out to check for eggs and bring fresh water to our old gals. They’ve been a bit subdued since losing two from the flock so I’ve been bringing them treats to try and cheer them.

They loved the frozen bananas and seem to enjoy having iced water.

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We walk around checking on the trees, making sure the weeds are pulled back and they have plenty of water.

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Then it’s time to go on Japanese Beetle patrol.

We’ve found troops of them attacking the aronia leaves and a few lone soldiers have gone after the grapes.

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Armed with bug gun and a dish of soapy water, our resident bug hunter is on the case. He pulls them off the leaves and either squishes them or plops them in the water as treats for the depressed chickens.

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We check for eggs one more time before the afternoon is out and then stroll through the garden looking for those green sprouts, yellow buds and first signs of fruit.

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Then, we get up the next day and start all over again. It may sound monotonous, but every day brings something new and exciting.

One day the blackberries are pink, only to be black and sweet the next.

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One day the broccoli flower is tiny, only to be big and sweet the next.

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One day the marigolds have tiny green buds, only to have orange and yellow flowers the next.

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There are a new surprises every day.

Daily garden chores
Varying shades of delight
Always something new

And Then There Were 5

Seven little chickens sitting on a roost
One hen died and was set loose
Now they are scared and filled with fright
That something will come in the dead of night

Six little chickens sitting in the pen
Another one died and met her end
Now the other birds are terrified
That two of their flock already died

Will something get them after dark?
Or was it just a silly lark?
I hope we don’t lose anymore
I will not buy eggs at the store

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Pecky Greenleg: Chapter 8

In chapter 1 Jake and his mom just got new chicks. One of the chicks is grey with hairy green legs. Jake names her Pecky Greenleg and then finds out that ‘she’ is a ‘he’…and can talk.

In chapter 2 Jake and Pecky decide to try and learn where Pecky came from as none of the other chicks can talk. Jake promises to start at the hatchery.

In chapter 3 Jake tells Pecky he had no luck at the hatchery but that the man he talked to seemed nervous and uncomfortable talking about the gray chicks so they decide they need to go to the post office to find out more about the delivery.

In chapter 4 Jake and Pecky visit the local post office where they learn that the delivery man from McDougal Hatchery came back after the delivery and swapped the package with another box. 

In chapter 5 Pecky and Jake decide that they need to take a trip back to the hatchery to confront Gilbert. 

In chapter 6 Jake takes Pecky back to the hatchery to confront Gilbert and they discover that Gilbert can hear Pecky too. 

In chapter 7 Gilbert tells Pecky and Jake how Pecky came to the hatchery and what happened to the others like him. 

Chapter 8

“What do you mean he’s the only one left?” asked Jake.

Pecky looked as shocked as a chicken could look and was, for once, speechless.

“I mean…they didn’t make it. They had…accidents.”

The accidents. They were…fatal?

Gilbert simply nodded.

All three were silent for a few minutes. Even though Pecky could not remember his fellow chicks, he felt a sadness at their loss.

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Jake reread the note he still held.

“Wait a minute, did you see this?”

Jake held the note and read ‘Danger awaits them outside your doors’.

“So?” Gilbert shrugged.

“So, it says that danger awaits them outside the hatchery.”

But the real danger was inside!

“Exactly,” Gilbert said grimly.

“That still doesn’t explain why you gave Pecky to us,” said Jake.

“You were the last to place such a large order. We needed to get Pecky out of the hatchery as quickly as possible.”

Pecky nodded, but Jake still looked doubtful.

“How could you be sure that we could be trusted? You could have been sending Pecky into danger.”

“It was a risk, but we had to take it.”

A loud silence filled the room.

So now what do we do?

“We…wait,” said Gilbert.

Jake scowled at Gilbert.

“We can’t just wait around for someone to come after Pecky.”

No. I’m not the only one who would be hurt. I can’t put Jake at risk.

“There is something else we could do.”

Well, what is it?

“You’re not going to like it.”

“Just spit it out already,” Jake said rolling his eyes.

“We could set a trap.”

“A trap? What would we use as…oh,” said Jake turning to Pecky.

Me. I would be the bait.

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The Loss

We lost a chicken today.

She was mean and slightly crazy.

She pecked at hands.

She glared angrily when disturbed.

Her comb and wattles were dusty pink from lack of sunlight.

Her feathers were spindly.

Her beak was dull yellow.

She was a sad sight, made even more pitiful by her insanity.

Now she is gone. But how? And…even more curious…who?

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Hazy, humid, hot
A perfect foil for vengeance
No one is squawking

Pecky Greenleg: Chapter 7

In chapter 1 Jake and his mom just got new chicks. One of the chicks is grey with hairy green legs. Jake names her Pecky Greenleg and then finds out that ‘she’ is a ‘he’…and can talk.

In chapter 2 Jake and Pecky decide to try and learn where Pecky came from as none of the other chicks can talk. Jake promises to start at the hatchery.

In chapter 3 Jake tells Pecky he had no luck at the hatchery but that the man he talked to seemed nervous and uncomfortable talking about the gray chicks so they decide they need to go to the post office to find out more about the delivery.

In chapter 4 Jake and Pecky visit the local post office where they learn that the delivery man from McDougal Hatchery came back after the delivery and swapped the package with another box. 

In chapter 5 Pecky and Jake decide that they need to take a trip back to the hatchery to confront Gilbert. 

In chapter 6 Jake takes Pecky back to the hatchery to confront Gilbert and they discover that Gilbert can hear Pecky too. 

Chapter 7

Jake eyed Gilbert warily as he stepped into the office.

You can hear Pecky?”

He shut the door.

“Yes,” said Gilbert.

Jake was surprised. Not even his mom could hear Pecky.

Gilbert gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

“Let me explain.”

Jake carefully set the backpack on the floor before sitting down.

You might as well take me out of here. 

Jake looked at Gilbert, still a little afraid he might try to hurt or steal Pecky.

Oh go on. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have already. 

“I don’t want to hurt either of you,” said Gilbert. “It’s why I placed Pecky with you in the first place.”

Jake unzipped the backpack and Pecky hopped out with a ruffle of feathers and a quiet squawk.

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Now that we are all here, why don’t you start your tale.

“You are not a normal chicken, and you’re not the only one of your kind.”

My kind?

“His kind?” Jake and Pecky said at the same time.

Gilbert nodded.

Well then, you’d better start at the beginning.

“Right,” said Gilbert. “A few weeks ago, we found a box of chicks in the lobby. No one knew where it came from. It just appeared on the front desk one day. When we opened the box, we found 25 gray chicks with green legs. We’d never seen a breed like it before.”

“What do you mean it “just appeared” one day?” Jake asked.

“Exactly what I said, our secretary came into work and the box was on her desk with a note attached to the top.”

Gilbert reached in his desk drawer and pulled out a small wooden box, unlocked it and pulled a piece of paper out.

“We kept it, hoping that one day we would figure out what it meant.”

Jake cleared his throat and read the note out loud. “’These chicks are special and need your protection. Please take care of them and never let them leave the hatchery. Danger awaits them outside your doors.’”

“But, the note says to never let them leave here,” said Jake, looking at Pecky.

“I’m getting to that. For the first few days nothing unusual happened. We were all trying to figure out where the chicks came from and what kind they were. Then the accidents started.”

Accidents?

“At first, we thought they were just that. Accidents. But then we realized that they were only happening to the gray chicks. We questioned everyone, trying to understand why.”

And?

“They all claimed they didn’t know and two of the newer people left before we could question them.”

“They left?” asked Jake.

“Yep. We tried to track them down but no one knew where they’d gone.”

But, if you can understand me, why didn’t you just talk to the other chicks?

“Because,” said Gilbert. “I only found out I could understand you when I got to the post office. I’d already switched the boxes out once. I couldn’t very well do it a second time without raising suspicion.”

Why didn’t you just ask the others when you got back to the hatchery?

“Because,” said Gilbert. “You were the only one left.”

 

 

 

Poor Girl

Her wattle’s pink and sagging
Her comb’s seen better days
Her energy is flagging
No spark is in her gaze

She baulks and shouts in fury
Each time I move her legs
Her feathers raise and flurry
She tries to hide the eggs

We think it’s not much longer
Until her time is through
She isn’t growing stronger
She doesn’t have a clue

We’ve tried to let her ramble
We’ve tried to let her roam
Each night she starts to amble
Back to her comfy home

We don’t want her to suffer
We don’t want her to ache
So we’ll just have to snuff her
It’s really for her sake

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Youngsters

All the chicks are growing
All yellows turning white
All their feathers flowing
Much to our delight

Sweet Pecky’s growing quickly
The yellows, not so fast
Her feathers came in thickly
Her feet so big and vast

She seems to be the leader
She takes care of them all
If one’s outside the feeder
Oh how she does bawl!

It may still be too early
We cannot really know
If Pecky is a girlie
Or a rooster with a crow

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