We were offered some chickens from a friend . . .
of my daughter-in-law a few weeks ago. She was told the birds were mostly hens, but when they went to pick them up, it was a sad situation. My son and his wife felt like they rescued these chickens. The birds were in a dark shed with a screened door. They did have food and water, but two of the birds were so sick, my son had to put them down.
The rescued birds are a motley crew, but I have really grown to enjoy them because they are such characters. No two of them are alike. They have been in quarantine for two weeks now and are being allowed to free range and meet the rest of the farm animals if they want. This post will be mostly pictures of the birds and introducing them.
The birds we already have on the farm are Rhode Island Reds, Barred Rocks, Buff Orpingtons, and Ameraucanas, plus turkeys and ducks. The above picture shows some of these breeds.
Dapper Dan is the head rooster over the Rhode Island hens. He has also attracted some of the Barred Rock girls away from their rooster because he is quick to call out when he has found a bug and shares it with them. His flock has grown quite large because of his generosity.
The head rooster over all the other birds we call “The Donald.” He is very protective with his group of hens and has come after Dapper Dan a few times. They stay separated most of the time because Dan’s group is allowed to free range, and Donald’s group is in a big fenced-in area.
What we didn’t know before the motley crew was picked up was that there were several roosters in this group too. We didn’t want more roosters, but couldn’t leave them behind. But these roosters are very unusual.
The largest I call, “Pierre,” because he looks like a fancy dressed Frenchman. He is probably the head rooster of his group of hens because the other two roosters are very small.
The next rooster we named “Mr. Bell Bottoms” because of the all the feathers on his legs. He is beautiful and shy. With all the leaves turning colors, he is perfectly camouflaged as he struts around.
Then there is the bold little guy we named “Big Mac.” He tries to find a high place to perch and let out a high pitched cock-a-doodle-doo. It always makes us laugh. He thinks he is a big rooster and seems to have no fear adventuring out. I was working outside on a new flower bed, when Big Mac and a turkey hen wondered over to see if I was digging up some fresh bugs. The big turkey hen followed Big Mac all over the yard. I think they have become friends and it is so sweet!
The next two, my daughter-in-law has named “The Frizzles.” I call them “The Frizzle Sisters” because they are the same breed, just different colors.
The rest of the crew hangs out roosting most of the day and are normal size, except for one. We are not sure what kind of bird she is, but she sticks close to this group of darker birds. She feels safe with them and we sometimes see her huddled up beside one of them. We call her “Nugget.”
So far none of these birds have started laying eggs. We don’t know if they just haven’t matured yet, or their health is still recovering.
A few of the roosters have already been re-homed, but we decided to keep Big Mac and Mr. Bell Bottoms. I even mentioned to my husband that maybe we could become a rescue farm, getting two of different kinds of animals since we did name our place, “The Noah Farm.” But he quickly said “no,” even though I know he likes our new birds.
Big Mac and Mr. Bell Bottoms hanging out together.
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