Sunday Evening

It was a lazy afternoon at Red Door Coop.  The weather was drowsy, we were drowsy, and the birds bathed in the dirt. Then they pecked around the coop before chicken bedtime.

Bill munched on some oyster shells.  BB posed stoically while pecking at my pink toenails between shots.  Fitz supervised.

 Bill sang.  Weezy stuttered her way around, a bit nervous as always.  BB posed some more.

Lou was having a little alone time on the other side of the coop/

Flight

I was hanging out with the chickens this afternoon when Lou "took flight" in the flappy, jumpy, clumsy way that chickens take flight. 

First she flew to the stump.

Thank she flew to the loft.

She quickly flew down because there were not treats up there. 

The Dead Chicken

No, not one of ours.

Do you remember when I stayed at the farm this summer and found a dead chicken?  Then I brought it back to life?  Well, the dead chicken just hatched chicks.  Cecelia found them yesterday up in the same barn where I raised the mother hen from the dead. 

Go ahead, read about the dead chicken.

Now read about the zombie chicken mother.