|Blue Old English Bantam|
So far its Freddy 10 Me-0. He gets me every time. Sometimes he waits, while I am bending down, utters this scream and attacks, pecking the fire out of my hands and arms. Other times he just pecks once and coos this sweet sound he made in the beginning of his chick years. He is tiny but he has the heart of a lion.
|Light Brahma Bantam|
I think she is so pretty. I love her feather covered feet.
I am sticking with Dot. It just fits him. I think he will end up being the dominant rooster just because watching him maneuver through hen house, he would be a good politician. He is friends with all the hens old and new and he shares all of his food already with everyone. My little hens of course are sweetie pies and I am thrilled with them all. They still think I am their Momma hen which feels nice. Pecks and all.
This one is lemon. This is my second year of Echinacea. I still plan on planting some Camomile as it is my favorite tea of all. I did plant dill yesterday out in the garden. When I make dill pickles I always have the hardest time finding as much dill as I need.
I hope you have a lovely Saturday. I am turning these apricots into jam as my next project. Then of course some might have to be a cobbler.
Thank you so much for stopping by today,
|“Self-pity is the hens' besetting sin," remarked Mr. Payton. "Foolish fowl. How they came to achieve anything as perfect as the egg I do not know! I cannot fathom.”|
― Elizabeth Enright, Gone-Away Lake