About a week ago, we got a knock at the back door. It was dark out (and we have no lights on the back porch) so we figured it was something pretty important. Honestly, the only visitors we have out here are delivery people, and that is with enough regularity that we know their names, even their birthdates…anyway. The other people who come to our door are proselytizing types, but that’s usually during daylight hours.
This was a neighbor who lived two doors down. I had never met her. But: she had a chicken! A poor, lonely chicken whose sisters had all been eaten by a raccoon who had clawed his way into their pen. Could we possibly find a home for her in our flock?
So, here she is. She’s a Buff Orpington, but is really tiny, and shy. I’m hoping her ashy comb reddens up, but she’s beginning to feather out nicely. I cornered her in the chicken condo for this picture: you should have heard her clucking with indignation. She’s been picked on, but she just usually hangs out with the other low-totempole chickens.
Ruby and Earl (the turkeys) are living with the chickens now too, because, well, they like the company as they miss the geese. So: this makes 31 birds in the back yard. Wait: did I just say that? That’s a looottt of birds.