It's time to update the progress of my older chickens, who still have some cuteness to them too, especially the buff orpingtons. Every time Mike or I sit down, they come running up and jump all over us. They also look at our faces unlike the other birds, with an almost inquisitive questioning in their eyes. In other words, they really do interact with us - and not just for snacks. They love the company and coo and make happy sounds.
Here is a shot of Mike just moments after sitting down on the front steps to the coop:
He didn't do anything but sit down. The buff orpingtons love to sit on our shoulders and legs - and really, anywhere they can get close. When I'm cleaning out the coop and am low to the floor, one will often jump on my head too. So far I've not been poo'ed on, thankfully. And, at the end of the day when I go into the coop to tuck them in and sit down for awhile, I've had a couple of the buffs fall asleep in my lap. Aw.
Here are four of the BO's as I was walking down to the garden one morning. They always run up and say "hey!"
The light brahmas are almost as friendly, but not as obvious about it. Where the BOs are kinda like dogs in their straight forward desire for affection, the LBs are more like cats... they like to come to you on their terms. But they still come and like to be petted as well. Here are two LBs pecking at a clump of grass I threw in, along with a bunch of weeds I'd just pulled up from around the veggie garden:
And look at the awesome treat everyone got along with all the weeds and dirt I gave them. That's a bucket of earthworms, grubs and various bugs I collected as I pulled the weeds. Most are under the dirt, but there were a lot of 'em in there:
And here is a picture of my Georgia dirt jeans, mentioned a few posts back:
The oldest birds, the black copper marans, aren't into being petted at all. They always come running to us, but it's strictly self-centered - they want their snacks! Here is a picture of Mike holding the BCM rooster, who we plan to keep if he stays as nice as he currently is:
He has beautifully colored feathers that I've tried to capture on film, but he's constantly moving so the pictures are always a bit blurred. I love the iridescent teal mixed in with the rusts and black.
In the "kid's room" inside the coop, where we put the chickens who've recently graduated from the brooders in the house (who can't just suddenly be mixed with the big birds), are the wyandottes. They're just starting to get their nice feather pattern. The front bird, below, Mike has named Buzzard because he thought this guy was so ugly when he was younger. I didn't want another rooster, but Mike loves this guy the most because he's super friendly and not the least bit shy. He loves running right up to you and being picked up. I call him Meathead though - for obvious reasons.
You can kinda see their feather "lacing" better in this picture:
In a few days they will be mixed in with their coop-mates and they'll be much happier because they can go outside again.
Then the blue cochins from yesterday's post will move into their room in the coop until they are big enough to mix in. Then life will be much easier! I'm going to sell 6 or 7 of the blue cochins, like I sold 6 of the wyandottes. I don't want too many birds. The plan is to have 5 buff orpingtons, 4 light brahmas, 3 copper marans, 4 wyandottes and 3 blue cochins - a total of 19 birds... 15 egg-laying birds and 3 guys. That's one rooster too many for me, but we'll see how it goes.
The only male who has crowed yet is the youngest of the birds in the coop - Meathead. It was the funniest thing... he was still living in the brooder in the house and Mike and I were getting up one morning when we heard the oddest sound. We couldn't believe one so young would be crowing. It sounded like some cheap tape recording of some child trying to crow like a rooster. Cracked us up.
Okay, that's it for chickens for now. Next post will be about the trials and tribulations of planting a garden in June. It sucked! More soon...