Meet the chickens

So for today, let’s meet the M.L.C. chickens, shall we?  It’s been long overdue.  Let’s start with the roosters, or perhaps more correctly,the cockerels.

My pure-bred Silkie cockerel, Mr. Pufflepants, to the mid right.   He was hatched last March and came from Ideal Poultry in Cameron, TX.  His color is called ‘partridge’.  Though I had several males in the group, he struck me as the best looking.  The things I look for are fully feathered feet, as little ‘hard’ feathering as possible (esp. in the tail and feet), and a small frame with upright stance.  As you can see, he really thinks he is HAWT, as they say.  Really a stud.  Never passes up an opportunity to do what roosters to best, besides crow, that is.

And now, we have Ernie the Wonder Chicken.  Ernie was a wonderful gift from our fellow animal lover, Heather. I’ve talked about him in past posts, but Ernie is a ‘Showgirl’ chicken.  He has the naked neck gene borrowed from a Transylvanian Naked Neck chicken with the silkie feathering of….a Silkie, of course.  He is the father of all of the Showgirls that I have hatched.  Funny, the older he gets, the more he looks like he has a mullet.  Oh well.

Now for the newest addition, thanks to another chicken addict such as myself!  I traded some Showgirls for a couple of little bantams.  This little guy (he is as small as a dove, almost) is named Moe Banty.  If you don’t know old country music, then you’re just on your own when it comes to figuring out where his name came from.  Anyway, he is 8 inches tall and bulletproof.  Classic ‘short man syndrome’.  He is just a pet and that’s all.  No baby bantams planned.  Still not certain if he is an Old English Game Bird or a Dutch, as there are very similar color phases in both, but it really doesn’t matter anyway.  He was only born this year, so he has a LOT of filling out to do still.  Ought to be a very pretty boy over the next year.

And now for some hens.  I do not name everyone; only the ones that strike me with their personalities for some reason or another.  Here is my current favorite Showgirl, Lolly Popp.  I’m sure you can figure out the name.  Looks like a licorice lollipop attached to her body.  I’m planning on hooking her up with Pufflepants for more lollipop looking babies.  She is still young and ‘feathering out’.  Ought to be a pretty stunning bird when it’s all said and done!

Now for my hen of choice #2.  This is Phyllis (after Phyllis Diller).  She is Lolly’s half sister. She is from a January 2012 hatch.

Ah!  almost forgot my #3 hen.  I haven’t named her, but she is out of Mr. Pufflepants and is Ernie’s favorite, too.  Her mother was unfortunately killed by a fox last year.  She is a bearded partridge Silkie.  She is almost a spitting image of her mother, but even better! Her tail and feet feathers are very full and silky textured.  Exactly what I’m looking for.

Now for some of the older hens in my old laying flock.  The youngest birds I have in that pen are 2 years old.  Here is my very oldest hen, a Plymouth Barred Rock called Doris.  There WERE 3 Dorises (Dorii?), but now we’re just down to the one.  She was rescued from a hoarding situation in July of 2009, and I believe that she is 4 years old, possibly 5.  She has the somewhat annoying habit of pecking your legs, but it’s only for attention.  In fact, all of the Dorises I rescued did that.  My new Barred Rocks do not.  She also has a very distinct call that differentiates her from my other Rocks.

Now, here is Buffy the Buff Orpington.  Buffy was the sole chick I kept from a group of B.O.’s that we raised for a friend back in ’09.  She has never, ever thought of herself as a chicken.  Or a human.  Or anything.  She is her own self, and NOT a group player.  It took me weeks to get her to finally hang with the flock and quit running off.  She still lays a nice brown egg.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT (I just wanted to say that)  Here is our pair of geese.  They also came from the hoarder’s house.  I believe that they are also 4 years old.  I thought for a very long time (years, actually) that I had a male and female.  Well, they certainly ACTED like one was a male and one was a female.  Now we just call them Ellen and Portia, and sometimes, Oprah and Gayle.  You know, whatever.  All I know is that this year both geese are laying, so it’s twice the eggs for me.  I do feel sorry for them, though…they want a baby soooo bad.  I did let them hatch out a tiny duck once which they promptly squished. 

And here’s one of our broiler chickens.  We butchered them at 8 weeks (a couple of weeks ago now), so they have now gone to that big coop in the sky.  Actually, the deep freezer in my barn.  Anyhoo, they are delicious, let me tell you. There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, like home-raised meat.

To finish, here is my little cutie pie, Abraham.  Abraham Lincoln, to be exact. The kids said it looked like Lincoln to them, so Lincoln it is.  I said I would never, ever get another Polish after the whole Wayward Jones saga (If you don’t know about Wayward, just do a search in my blog for her stories) I have no clue why I chose to torture myself with another Polish chicken.  I just couldn’t pass up that little face though, ya know?

Hope you enjoyed the pics.  This is certainly not all of my birds, but the select few.

Keep on cluckin’!

The Dynamic Duo

Finally, after almost a year, I have gotten around to uploading some of my photos to a web album and finding an online photo editing program.  I am really excited about it…then again, I get really excited over finding a penny in a parking lot.  Nevertheless, what this means for you, dear readers, is more photos!  I find it a little narcissistic on my part to assume that I can captivate you with only my written words and no photos.  BO-RING.  So here we go!

If you have read my old posts, you’ll remember Wayward Jones, the chicken who was infamous for running circles and otherwise getting herself in all sorts of hijinks.  She also, unfortunately, met her end when a neighborhood dog carried her off.

A few months ago, I got an email about someone wanting to relocate a couple of roosters.  One was a breed called a Showgirl.  Showgirl chickens are a cross between a Silkie and a Naked Neck breed.  The result, after several generations of re-crossing with Silkies, is a bird that looks primarily like a Silkie, but with a naked neck.  Thus, here is the result.  I am happy to introduce Ernie The Wonder Chicken, our new farm mascot:

As with Wayward, I knew from the beginning that Ernie was going to be different.  I’m not sure exactly what it was (besides the fact he looks like a turkey mated with a cotton ball), but something immediately struck me about his personality.  One day I decided to give ol’ Ernie a bath.  Yes, really.  His feathers were stained a little from some red clay at the former owner’s house.  No, he wasn’t sculpting, by the way…we just happen to have some seriously red dirt around here.  Anyway, I took Ernie to the tub and scrubbed him down with baby shampoo.  He seemed to be, well, enjoying it.  Either that, or he was in some serious shock.  The fact is, he didn’t move through the entire process.  Then came the blow dryer (well, I couldn’t very well leave him wet, could I?).  To those people who believe that chickens have no personalities, all I can tell you is that you just haven’t met the right ones yet.  Ernie is the first metrosexual rooster I’ve ever seen.  He clucked and strutted and fluffed himself through the entire drying process like a teenage girl primping for a date.  It became immediately apparent that this was going to be a funny bird.

Now that we’ve had him a while, Ernie’s personality has really come out.  He is not afraid of people, and though he doesn’t always want to be caught, when he is, he will just lay in your arms and crow, if he’s in the mood.  He doesn’t struggle, which is pretty unusual for most roosters.  He has also rode with us to town a few times, even going through the drive through at Chicken Express (and living to tell the tale).   Just recently, he has adopted a baby hen as his own.  Not as his mate, but more as his own chick, which is odd.  He will actually catch bugs for her and lay them at her feet, as a mother hen would.  They sleep together, eat together, and are rarely a few feet apart.  I was so impressed with Ernie’s attitude that I bought 17 baby Silkies, just so that he could have some ‘ladyfriends’…and hopefully make more little Ernies.

Now, on to another new member of the farm.  We were at the local Atwood’s several weeks back, when a baby chick caught my eye.  It was just like Ernie, only in miniature.  Please meet “Poindexter”:

Poindexter is a Transylvanian Naked Neck, also known as a Turken.  It was once believed that they were a cross between a turkey and a chicken.  (not true)  Here’s an interesting article on the ‘why’ and ‘how’ of naked necks.  Poindexter exhibited extreme friendliness even from the beginning, when most chicks run away from you.  Now that I know more about the Naked Necks, I am seriously thinking about eventually switching my flock to them. They do better in hot weather (and good in cold, even), they lay about 180 brown eggs a year and are great foragers.  I noticed that as he (or she) grew older, Dexter could snap a gnat out of the air with ease.  Here is another glimpse:

See? Even chickens enjoy springtime flowers. Now for one final shot:

Enjoy!