Last spring, we bought three Norwegian Jaerhorn chicks from one person, and three Barred Plymouth Rock chicks from another.
Their first (protected) foray outside.
We named them, which everyone will tell you should never be done if you eventually plan on eating them.
This was Astrid, before we found out she was a he.
This was Bertha…she became Bert.
Liesel, the only female of the Barred Rock bunch.
Riley was the most beat up looking of the Norwegians, but is now full-grown and the strongest of the three.
Not only does my hubby work more than full-time, not only is he finishing his Master’s degree, but he also built a coop from mostly scrap material in his spare time. With no prior building experience, I gotta say, not too darn shabby!
Working on the frame.
A visitor, inspecting the somewhat finished product, before we painted and added a run.
A couple of months old, enjoying their run.
Being in the market for eggs only at this time, we gave away the cockerels. So from six, we are now down to four. They should begin laying their first eggs any day now, and I am looking forward to the experience of cooking truly fresh eggs for my family. If all goes reasonably well, we will triple our flock next spring to keep our family – and occasionally our friends – in fresh, nutritious eggs.
Dabblings and Ramblings 