Thursday, October 1, 2009

Mas Pollos

Yup. We got more chickens.


Meet the girls. Eleven Leghorn pullets. (That's teenage chickens to the layman.)


This is Hank. He is not a purebred Leghorn; he may not even be a Leghorn at all. The transaction went like this:

Sweet Little Old Lady From Whom We Got the Chickens: Would you like a rooster, too?

Me: Sure. Is he a Leghorn?

SSLOLFWWGTC: No, he's a rooster.

Me: Oh. What breed?

SSLOLFWWGTC: Oh, he's a good old guy.

Me: How old is he?

SSLOLFWWGTC: Just a year.

I quit asking questions after that.

Does his breed look familiar to anyone? I suspect that he is a mutt.


I can't even begin to tell you how ridiculously proud of myself I am for building this nesting box/table this morning. The bottom part enclosed in white is where our new kittens will live when we get them in a week or so.


Check out the contents of the nesting boxes. Booyah!


I even installed this perch made from an old ladder.

I. Rock.

You may commence basking in my awesomeness.

4 comments:

Perpetual Mommy Exhaustion said...

I will "Basque" in your awesomeness, which involves the always celebratory castration of sheep with my teeth.

Wait. That doesn't sound fun at all.

I have elected to instead make awed noises, thus:

OOOOOO, Ahhhhhhh, Wow...

Julie said...

So classy. Unless someone has seen that particular episode of Dirty Jobs they won't know what you're talking about.

Ewww.

Perpetual Mommy Exhaustion said...

Uh, I knew that before I saw dirty jobs. Idaho has the largest population of Basque people outside of their indigenous region in Spain. Cristina knows.

Cristina said...

Thank you for the short lesson on my people, Em. :)

And just for the record.... when my dad moved here from Spain 47 years ago, he had to work as a sheepherder for a couple of years while he saved up money to buy a house and learned to speak English. And he says he NEVER did that whole dental-assisted castration.

(That's not to say I haven't, though...)