chickens chickens chickens

We’re all about the chickens. They’re here. We have them. Wee chicks. It’s proving very hard to get decent photos of them, as they live in a brooder cage in the poorly lit basement and their heat lamp has a red bulb that makes for odd photography. Trust me, they are so much cuter than is in evidence here.

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We got four, one for each member of the family, and we each named our own chicken. So, please welcome:

Tiger, Kiddo’s Golden-Laced Wyandotte
Brown, Ladybug’s Black Sexlink
Duckie, Billy’s light Sussex
Cricket, my Barred Plymouth Rock

<em>Ladybug and Brown</em>
Ladybug and Brown
<em>Tiger, the Golden-Laced Wyandotte</em>
Tiger, the Golden-Laced Wyandotte
<em>Kiddo with Tiger</em>
Kiddo with Tiger
<em>Cricket</em>
Cricket
<em>Duckie (short for Rubber Duckie)</em>
Duckie (short for Rubber Duckie)

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7 Comments on “chickens chickens chickens

  1. Our dog breeder had pigs named Sausage and Bacon, and a chicken named — what else? — Chicken Nugget. Just thought I’d share that.

    Also — the funky lighting in your pictures looks like lava and Land of the Lost, and reminds me of the chickens’ dinosaur lineage, especially the one of Tiger, who seems to be channeling his inner T-Rex.

    Congratulations on your fluffy little chickies!!

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