So long, boys. Orange Feet (left) and Little Spot (right). Little Spot did have a handsome face and nice big eyes. Pity about all the red or I would have tried to sell him.
The Smoky Chick standing by Little Spot. His eyes turned out very light.
The Smoky Chick was always a bit of an oddball, not just his colour but his personality. He had a terrible sense of direction and was one of the ones I had trouble teaching to go up the ramp when they were chicks. I sometimes called him Mr Loopy.
The feather child numbers have gone down with the removal of the three excess boys, Little Spot, The Smoky Chick and Orange Feet, leaving us with The Chosen Ones: Frodo, Legolas, Mr Bingley, Jane, Lizzie and Lydia. 1,244 more words
The feather babies are 11 weeks old. Aside from Half Pie, they have been doing well. After the first treatment for coccidiosis there was still some blood in some of the poops so I did another round of treatment with Baycox one week later. 2,516 more words
You know it wouldn’t be Twiglet Homestead without some chicken dramas. Who needs TV when I’ve got all the drama right here? Maybe I should just change the name of my blog and property to Chicken Hospital. 1,906 more words