Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Chicken Wings - Gotta Love 'Em!

This morning when I was headed out the door, I looked at the hen house as I always do.  I enjoy the look of recognition on the faces of "the girls" when they see me coming... anticipation in their expressions as they focus on the feed pail I tote.  They generally gather near the fence, crowding out the lower ranking pullets, and gradually push their way towards the gate, meeting me as I lift the latch.
It's that Darned Barnevelder (right) that's getting us in trouble!
My gaze was interrupted as I noticed movement on the TOP of the hen house - - - It was those Darned Barenvelder Pullets!  Sneaky little chooks!  At 6 months of age they are old enough to start laying, but clipping those flight feathers isn't recommended until they reach around 8 months of age - reason being - they are still growing. 

Just look at those THIGHS!

Well, I don't need them to "fly the coop", so I'm thinking I'll soon have to shorten those longer feathers a mite.  It is hard to explain to those babes about predators and such, that might be looking for a tasty snack of chicken wings or thighs.  Colonel Sanders is only ONE thing to worry about when you're a chicken!


Angela said...

Oh my! I hope they don't fly the coop again tomorrow morning! I love the look on the white hens face as she is looking at that mean girl! lol It sure did get her feathers all ruffled! hehehe


Becky K. said...

I'm so happy that you left a comment. I loved this post and know I will certainly enjoy the rest of your blog. We have chickens too and I love them. We let them hatch eggs for the first time this year. We had three survive.

Becky K.
Hospitality Lane

Chatty Crone said...

Welcome and thanks for joining my blog. Angela is a good friend of mine. There is another gal you should check out too - it's Monica at Expressly Corgi at
She has some chickens too.


Country Wings in Phoenix said...

Good Morning Sweet Friend...
Oh I love your girls. I just can't wait to see them as they grow in size and happiness in their home with the chicken wrangler.

Grandma would send me to the chicken coup to gather the eggs when I stayed over on the weekend, I remember being so afraid to raise the girls and pull the eggs out. Grandma did it so gracefully, but I was so afraid. I just knew they were going to peck my hand off.

You have a beautiful blog home. I am following you now. I can't wait to see the stories you will share. You write so beautifully.

Girls I am telling Colonel Sanders there are some new thighs in town.

Country hugs sweetie...Sherry