We have again expanded the animal population of the household.
Apparently her name is Balance, because, according to the “gentleman” in the picture she’s “really good at balancing, no, like, really.”
I might also take this moment to mention that said “gentleman” refers to the character on his t-shirt as wu-ligi.
Any time you order pullets, you take a risk. Sexing chicks is not a precise science and last year we wound up with a rooster. This year we only got three. If we have the same luck, I suppose one of them will be half rooster.
Isn’t she just the cutest?
Since we have four healthy producing hens and one somewhat productive hen, you might be asking why we would choose to add more. A reasonable question and one that the boss has frequently posed. But I actually do have a good reason. Hens only lay well for a few years, then production starts to trail off. As I see it, if I add two hens a year to the flock, I’ll continue to get good production. Hens can live more than ten years, but most only make if five or six years. If I get two new ones a year and they have an average life of six years, I’ll have twenty chickens during the second Romney administration (sorry to scare you, I’m just kidding. About the Romney thing.).
Some of them will have to find alternative ends. Probably they’ll go to freezer camp, and Broody is certainly trending in that direction.
We got Buff Orpingtons again, because they’ve proven to be so friendly. They also cut a fine figure.
