You can now keep up with our chickens at www.flythecoopwv.com, thanks to some free web-hosting from my favorite boy:
I know a photo with a chicken would be more appropriate but well, he won’t touch them.Not to worry, he doesn’t really eat cats, although he does eat chickens….sigh….
Is that mean?The boy does something super nice and I reward him with a cat-eating picture on a public blog?Ok, how about this?He looks a bit more wholesome here, right?
Jamie:The chickens thank you.Too bad you don’t like eggs.It’s really the only form of payment they have.
Don’t forget to celebrate tomorrow! Maybe take a treat to a special chicken that you know. (See here if you need ideas….).
Seriously, while the chickens are entertaining, we actually do a have a greater purpose behind our, um, “chicken experiment.” For more information on the sad nature of factory poultry farming, please take a moment to visit the site of the United Poultry Concerns and read a bit about the chicken industry.
And, look, as a reward for your efforts I’ll point you in the direction of this fun chicken-calendar photo contest and you can vote for your favorites. No, we didn’t enter our girls this time, as we have yet to master the art of chicken photography. (Harder than you think). Maybe next year.
Once upon a time there were 5 girls living in a big yellow house in Shepherdstown. Three now live in southern West Virginia with their six chickens. One lives in Portland, OR, where apparently chickens are only allowed on the stage.
Yep, she’s still at it.Sometimes she just sits outside the coop and watches them like they’re tv.Other times (like when I’m in there) she just engages in full-fledged begging.Like here:
(Watch about 26 seconds in, when she takes a second to imagine what fresh chicken might taste like, and she licks her lips.Also notice what happens when I turn my back).
Our chickens don’t really care for pineapple.Or organic spring mix.Or baby spinach.But they do like cucumbers, strawberries and tomatoes and they’re kind of into alfalfa sprouts.You know, in case you come to visit and you want to be a good, snack-bringing houseguest.
Being a vegetarian, the I hear the word chicken and I see, you know, a chicken….
So the other morning I’m making fruit salad and wondering what scraps I can give to the girls. Not being sure about the tropical fruit, I do a quick google of chickens and pineapple.
Two eggs on Monday and then…..nothing. We were starting to think the chickens were becoming huge slackers…And then… one more on Thursday and one more on Saturday. Check ‘em out below. They’re pretty.
You’re awfully cute and we love you a lot, but we don’t protect chicken-killers on this blog.I hate to say it but you’re really a very bad dog.Sorry if we’re a little cold to you for the next few days, it’s going to take some time to get over the loss.And aren’t you sorry that Georgia is gone and you’re chicken-chasing fun is over?
Sincerely,
Rachel
(Below is correspondence I received while out of town.Apparently Georgia went out with one final ba-gawk.)
Hi Miss Rachel,
Hope you are having a wonderful time in Indiana. Chrissy and I have had a blast so far.
This morning we had the opportunity to dig a grave for Georgia. She is buried across the stream from the chicken coop. Very nice spot really.
I know that you are assuming that Ruby is the murderess, but don’t be surprised when I tell you that Mali is indeed the culprit. I saw it with my own two eyes. I haven’t told Bekah yet. Figured I would wait to tell her tomorrow.
Really from an outside perspective, this morning’s scene was probably the most ridiculous ever. You should have seen me screaming bloody murder. I cussed like any good sailor.
Anyway, can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Have a safe trip home.
I cussed like any good sailor.
