Business Chicken

Blue all dressed up

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Big in stature, in your mature years your eggs never fit properly in the carton. (Too big).

May the plums always fall ready to beak where you are. (Buff is in the forefront of this photo).

We are all emotionally exhausted here from mortal Rat Combat so will be taking a brief interlude before getting into the Rat War Continues sort of posting. A break from chicken photos even! Above, see calm duck at Green Lake.

These are the neighborhood ducks. They are not ours but we watch them as we walk by, enviously. There is really no room for duck in our yard.

It is butt-cold out here and foggy but Jason managed to find Da Egg.

People have asked, what stage of the pandemic is it for you?

It’s chicken invasion phase!!!

Well it was a strange year with much chicken and insularity (and occasional forays of The Rat War into our quiet existence). The babies have grown into their own sort of feathery boats, sitting and plumping in the dust for dirt baths, and laying … well, like spring chickens.

I shared my morning waffle with the chickens (except Business 2.0 who apparently was busy laying somewhere) and this is the result.

Late addition: Jason, as usual has way better photos (better phone camera!) He captured the early moments when they were like “Is this food? What is this?!!”

Jason was worried about her because he feared a bad molt but she was found inside the coop. She had been sluggish due to losing feather so Jason tenderly put her in the coop. But the next morning she was dead. She was about three years old.

We will put her in the dog carrier and take her to the vet to be cremated this week.

😦