Are You My Mamma?

Big day for the babies. They’re a month old now, and Mamma decided she’s had enough. No more sunggling under her or hopping up on her back. They can find their own food, she’s not telling them where the “good stuff” is, anymore. And get out of the sand pile while she’s taking her dirt […]

Mammas, Mayhem, and Murder

Well, the hatching experiment was 50% successful. Two broody hens (hens that want to set on eggs –  one Buff Orpington and one Cuckoo Maran)  12 eggs and six chicks later, we’ve got quite a little crew. Broody hens and new chicks have to be separated from the rest of the flock, because the others […]