Posts tagged ‘silkie’

Shamelessly posting photos of my chickens…

Miss. Dr. Beard Face (a la Scrubs) and one of the RIRs

After eating two of our silkies we decided to give teeny weenie to my uncle. She didn’t roost up with the other girls, and we felt bad having her sleep on the ground all alone. She’s getting along well with her new flock. We’re now down to 3 RIR, 2 Barred Rock, 1 SLW, and 1 Welsumer

I’ve never seen a chicken with a beard before…weirdo

Baby loves the chickens, and they all follow him around…though considering the last time he tried to gie him a leaf he got his finger bitten I don’t foresee him trying that again any time soon…then again he is a baby. I don’t think his memory is too well-developed at this point.

It’s been hot this week.

…oh…and these finally bloomed. LOVE IT!
Enjoy the week. And if you get clear skies make sure you check out the meteor shower. My husband and I saw quite a few of them last night. Good times.

D-Day for Willie-Blue CAUTION: GRAPHIC

This morning Willie-blue, the second largest silkie chicken, let out a crow while I stood in the coop calmly waiting.   He got to spend his last day in the other pen munching on fresh greens and bugs while the girls remained on their pecked-down-to-nothing side of the pen.  Beanie and her Daddy watched a few youtube videos about how to best kill a chicken and talked about the circle of life.  She (opposite of how I thought she was going to react) was right there with Daddy every step of the process.

Willie-Blue gets a calm walk to execution-land. But in all seriousness he was a very sweet chicken and we all (Beanie included) gave him a nice pat and told him thank you for feeding us.

“Hey, what are you guys doing down there?”

Quick swing around and the neck is broken. We decided this was the fastest and most humane way to kill him.

Beanie got a very visual lesson about the nervous system. She also enjoyed the anatomy lesson, observing the heart, liver, kidneys and spine.

Sorry baby, you can’t help.

Off the with head to drain the blood. Shiloh was very interested as you might imagine.  She gobbled up the heart and any other scrap that hit the ground.

as evidenced by the teeeeeny chicken breast…silkies were not meant to be meat birds…come to think of it they’re not meant to be laying birds either. Good thing they’re pretty.

Beanie marveled at how soft the feathers were.  Even now, as I type and my husband skins the chicken, she is ouside collecting the feathers to take to her secret fort in the woods.

UPDATE:  He wasn’t the only one!!!!  There was another crow from the coop today!  Booo!!!

Ok that was loud.

Looks like Wed is going to be the day…My hubby works until then and the crowing was loud enough to wake me up this morning.  So Tuesday is mission figure out which grey silkie is the roo.  I think I may troll craigslist for people trying to get rid of roosters and off a few instead of setting up a whole roo-killing operation for my one little almost-big-enough-for-a-pot little boy.  He’s a nice enough boy, isn’t mean to anybody.  But we never wanted a rooster.  And we do enjoy a good chicken dinner…even if it isn’t “Dinner”.

Well…I guess I’ll have to learn to cook black chicken…

Most chickens look like the ones we find in grocery stores, but not Silkies.  They’ve got black skin…and guess who is practicing his pathetic crow on a daily basis?

This Guy

He had always been the biggest of our three Silkies so I can’t say that I’m surprised.  What I’m still trying to figure out is if he is the only one.  One of our Barred Rocks is a bit bigger than the other and (s)he has a slightly bigger comb than the other one.  The rest of the girls(?) are doing really well.  Here are some shots I took yesterday.  Sorry for the lull in posting but it’s summer and I have three kids.

The chickens enjoy a giant handful of weeds every day, along with table scraps as they’ve already stripped the ground to dirt in their current side of the run.

Dinner (who may not end up getting eaten after all) and our Easter Egger behind her. (Notice the weird funny beard on the Easter Egger)

You talkin’ ta me!?
(SLW, Easter Egger, BR butt)

I wish I could tell you which RIR this is…but they all look so similar now. Polly is still a bit smaller than the other two. I hope that doesn’t mean she’ll be a poor layer.

Aurora our beautiful Welsumer going after the greens.

Now I suppose it’s just a waiting game to see if there are more crows before our backyard turns into a mobile slaughter house.

If You Build It, They Will Roost

Mu hubby installed the new feeder (we still have the small one in there for Teeny Weenie) and roosts!  It looks pretty good, even if it’s a tad crowded.  My only fear is that the roosts are over the feeder…I don’t want them pooping directly into it.  We’ll see how it goes, and may have to remodel our roost placement.  I’ll take some shots tomorrow if it isn’t raining.

On a less than happy note Teeny Weenie, our midget silkie is still much much smaller than her silkie cousins, all born around the same time.  She also has a strange tick, she waggles her head around quite a bit.  I’m worried there may be something wrong with her brain…she still cheeps and eats and drinks.  Have any of you heard of this type of thing?

They’re Beginning to look a lot like Chickens

At 5 weeks old our little chicks are really feathering out.  The Barred Rocks are the biggest and I’ll give you one guess who is smallest…

They’re starting to show some real personality and even Dinner is growing on me.

A few of them figured out how to climb up into the apple tree and have been roosting away up there.  It was pretty cute, one of the Rhode Island Reds did it first and then it was the hot thing for about five minutes, all but the silkies were trying there little clawed foot at it.  My husband wonders if they’ll fly the coop climbing up so high into the tree…what do you think?

Now if they will just figure out how to get back into the coop by themselves I’ll be happy.

Dinner and Goldilocks enjoy the warm day from the bough of our teeny Apple tree.

Dinner, our SLW, is turning into one of the more beautiful birds.

Dinner snoozing.

Our Barred Rocks and Teeny Weenie, the partridge silkie, taking a nap.

Pretty Polly pecking for prizes.

Apparently the chickens aren’t the only ones who like Apple Trees.

The poor chickens were all huddled in the corner trying to stay away from the monster after their feed. The poor squirrel didn’t know how to get out, and about had a heart attack when my husband went in to chase it out of there.

And as a side question…doesn’t anybody know when we should harvest our lettuce?

 May 27, 2012  Side Yard Flock   11 Comments

You’re Grounded!

Honestly I can’t believe it took her this long to figure it out.  Our part russian blue part mutt cat Lucy finally figured out how to get into the chicken yard.  Considering she can climb the wooden posts from the ground all the way to our second floor deck, and any tree in our yard, the hop up and over our gate was easy-peasy.  My husband just happened to look out the window and see Lucy running madly around the chicken yard.  He rushed out and immediately she feared for her life.  She ran faster, trying to find a quick escape…what’s that?  a ramp? perfect!  She lept up into the coop, terrifying Teeny Weenie, silkie Willie-blue and our largest Barred Rock who were enjoying the heat lamp on our chilly May afternoon.  Thomas managed to shoo her out of the coop and finally scruffed her and hauled her into the house.  Lucy.  You’re grounded!

That is the closest you’re going to be getting to those chickens until they’re big enough to wallop you!

No worries, I checked the chickens and none seem injured (although they were all a bit shaken up) and came running to me chirping when I came out to the chicken yard.  Good thing my husband saw her when he did or Dinner may have been a feast for a feline instead of us.

 May 25, 2012  Side Yard Flock   2 Comments