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Meet the Flock, part 7 September 25, 2007

Posted by Laura in Farm.


(This was taken last January. HB was about 10 months old).

Each spring, either by hatching eggs or a batch of day-olds, we’ve had a new crop of chicks. This guy is about a year and a half old now. He had an identical twin brother but he disappeared while we were on vacation.

HB is a Welsummer- an uncommon variety that is known for producing milk chocolate colored eggs. The eggs are very striking nestled in a carton among white, cream, and light brown ones. The breed came from the Netherlands.

(Welsummer cockerels have beautiful rust, mahogany, and beetle-green/black feathers. The females are mostly brown with some rust and brown two-tone feathers at the neck.)

HB is gutsy if nothing else. What he lacks in sense, he makes up for in chutzpah. As the dogs and cats eat, he relentlessly bobs and weaves, worming his way past their heads to eat right out of their bowls. Animals MANY times his size. Predator animals! They edge him out, he comes back from the other side. The dogs growl, he ignores. They finally snap and chase him and he scoots only just out of their reach and then comes directly back. He’s got some nerve.

But here’s the kicker- HB stands for Half Blind. That’s right- he can only see out of ONE eye, so when he is on the right side of the dogs, he has to rely on hearing and luck to avoid the jaws of the behemoths!

He is so pushy that he actually chases the cats away from their bowls. We have to stand guard while the cats eat or they won’t get a thing. I pick HB up and throw him as far as I can. He’s back in a flash. I’ve often wondered how brassy he’d be if he could see out of both eyes!



1. Amy - September 25, 2007

What a beautiful bird and eggs.

2. Marci - September 27, 2007

I would love to see a picture of their eggs. I love the multi colored eggs we get.

3. Sheryl - October 12, 2007

I am always so blown away by how beautiful your chickens are. I didn’t used to think of chickens as birds until I saw yours. Hmmmmm. Maybe because I rarely see chickens in their entirety and what little I see is usually next to a side of potatoes with a parsley sprig.
Gosh. I bet the cats give each other hell later.
Orange Cat: “You wuss! Goin’ to bed hungry tonight? I can’t believe you let that…”
Other Cat: “Shut up or I swear I’ll find a way to feed you to the goat”

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