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Brrrrrr. It’s too early for this!

Sunday, November 30th, 2008

We’ve been having an unusually cold November this year. It’s been going down to the low 20′s and high teens at night for the past few weeks. I found the water in the chicken coop frozen solid many mornings, and last weekend I talked Bernie into helping me insulate the coop. We had to empty the coop completely and put all the nest boxes in the chicken yard for the day. It confused the hens something fierce. A few eventually gave in and layed their eggs in the nest boxes outside – but they were clearly not happy about that. I ended up finding a nest by Bernie’s mower under the lean-to in the back yard with seven eggs in it. I was worried that would become a bad habit for them, but once the coop was put back together, they’ve been faithfully laying in the nest boxes again.

By the way, insulating the coop has worked to keep it at least 15 degrees warmer than it is outside. I know those chickens are happy about that.

I wanted to get a few pictures of the chickens for y’all to see how big they are getting, but it’s been raining here all day. I decided to open the front door and snap a few from there. This is what we are greeted with each time we open the front door:

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Doesn’t that just make you smile? Cute little buggers.

About the time I took that picture the rain really started coming down. Most of the hens headed to the chicken run. Duke and a few of the girls took off to get under Bernie’s pickup. And Bobby Lee stayed where he was – hanging out under the eave of the coop:

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About half the girls are laying now. We usually get 10 eggs a day.

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This is what we’ve done with a lot of them:

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We’ve also given away a few dozen to friends. And, naturally, we eat eggs every single solitary day. I’m certainly not complaining. It’s about time these hens started earning their keep around here.

In the first picture I posted above, you may notice a line of mud in the yard. That’s the trench Bernie dug with the Ditch Witch . Then he buried 1 1/4″ PVC conduit to run the electric wire through. By the end of the week I should have electric in my shed and in the coop. Yay! Then he’s going to run electric to the garage. Yay again!

A friend of ours gave us a deer last week. We hung it, skinned it, and butchered it last Wednesday. We let it soak in a cooler until this morning, when we processed it. Another friend gave us 1/2 of a deer that he shot on our property Thanksgiving Day. He even processed the meat before giving it to us. No matter how it arrives, you really can’t complain about free meat – but it sure was nice to recieve that 1/2 deer ready to go into the freezer.

We’ve been cold on the homestead, and we’ve been busy. And we are still loving every minute of it.

Bee Free,
Penny

A Nice Break

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

The last few days have, thankfully, been very calm. The chickens are doing great – no more tail plucking/picking. They are enjoying free ranging each day – from sun up until down. I can’t tell you how much I love watching them monkey around outside. They typically stay close to their coop and run, but I have opened the front door to find them pecking around the steps, and spied them up at the top of our fenced-in yard.

We’re still making it through the never ending amount of boxes we brought out here from our house in town. I try to spend a couple of hours each day unpacking boxes, deciding what I have room for or can’t part with, and then packing the rest back up. But now that we are completely moved out of the house in town, going through the boxes is relaxing in comparison. And it’s nothing that has to be finished immediately.

It rained all day yesterday. Our rain barrel is filled to the top. I used a little to water some plants I took inside for the winter. We haven’t had rain in several weeks, so a full day of rain was very welcomed. The chicken run got a nice wash down – and so did the chickens. They spent the entire day frolicking around in the rain. One little Phoenix went into the coop for a while, and when she came out I peeked inside and saw she had left us an egg. She was outside playing in the rain again before I could thank her.

We spent this morning cleaning the coop and raking the chicken run. Chickens mulch up leaves really well. After we had raked up all the old leaves, cut grass, and chicken poo that had been in the chicken run for a week or so, we loaded up a few wheel barrels full and covered as much of the garden with it as we could. We’re hoping it will help build up that old shale laden soil we have around here. Then we dumped freshly raked leaves into the run to keep the chickens busy scratching while in there.

We have a nice fire going in the wood stove and just finished eating some turkey chili. I’m enjoying a glass of wine and thanking the heavens that things have calmed down a bit around here. The last few weeks have been a whirl of activity and “situations”. Lordy – country living can be exciting at times.

Bee Free,
Penny

Feather Picking/Plucking and Cannibalism

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008

Trust me when I tell you that I can think of about a hundred things I’d rather write about than the subject of feather picking/plucking and/or cannibalism in chickens. But I’m afraid this is what we’re going through right now and, in keeping with my promise to share all the ups and downs of our journey into homestead, this is what I’m going to write about today.

Although not everyone experiences feather picking/plucking and/or cannibalism among their flock, it is not really a rare occurrence. When I noticed it within our flock, I immediately began researching the subject to learn all I could about the cause of this disturbing activity and, hopefully, find a cure. What I learned is that there are many, many factors that could possibly contribute to it, and very little hope for a cure once it begins within a flock.

I found several studies, most of which were compiled by universities, and most of which dealt with commercial chicken operations. None the less, I was able to identify a few factors that seemed to apply to my flock and particular situation. If you are interested in researching this for yourself, a simple search engine query on the subject will yield several pages of information.

First of all, we were experiencing only feather picking/plucking within our flock. Although there was no cannibalism, it is extremely common that this type of activity eventually leads to cannibalism. It’s difficult to address one without considering the other.

Interestingly enough, Duke was the only chicken that was the target of this activity. In hindsight, I believe I can pinpoint where this all began. As the alpha rooster, the hens adore Duke. They follow him around and fight to lay next to him when he decides to rest a little. I first noticed that the hens had taken to grooming Duke. They would clean any food from his beak, preen him, and pick out old feathers as he began to molt. This is not unusual activity, so I didn’t think much of it. Before long, however, they began picking out feathers in earnest. Soon they focused on his vent area and began breaking off the new feathers, causing the quills to bleed. It also grew from a few hens engaging in this activity to almost all the hens joining in. I should note that it is not painful for Duke, so he is not inclined to put an end to it.

What I’ve learned is that feather picking/plucking typically begins as chickens go into molt. Picking out the old feathers can escalate into this disturbing activity. While some breeds are prone to feather picking/plucking (and naturally, I have a few of them), it can become a learned behavior for the other chickens as they watch it happening with regularity. I’ve also learned that this behavior is typically a precursor to cannibalism. Needless to say, it should be taken very seriously.

While this behavior does not seem to be completely understood, there are a number of things that have been identified as possible contributing factors. As I said, you can query in a search engine to read all of these factors. I’m am only going to address those that I feel pertain to my particular situation.

The most commonly mentioned contributing factor I read about was boredom. Chickens experience almost everything through their beaks. Even those who have only casually viewed chickens will realize that their pecking never ceases. They peck at anything and everything.

While we provide plenty of space for our chickens, their chicken run has been decimated of anything living. There is not a blade of grass anywhere in it. They have always had toys in their coop, and I routinely sprinkle scratch and treats around the run, but that is not enough to keep them entertained the entire day.

If you’ve followed this blog at all, you know that I have resisted allowing my chickens to free range any more than a couple of hours a day in the evening, when I can be outside to supervise them. I have always been terrified a predator will get them, and I have always been extremely protective of them. After observing their behavior for the past week, I’ve determined that boredom absolutely contributes to the feather picking/plucking. As a result, I have decided to allow them to free range from first thing in the morning until they go to bed at night. And while I am still very nervous about it, I would rather lose chickens to a predator than watch them peck each other to death.

We are only on the third day of allowing them to free range, but we are already seeing positive results. So far, there has only been one incident of feather picking/plucking and it occurred the first day they were free ranging. Although they have the opportunity to go anywhere they please, they are still somewhat attached to their run and routinely return there. The first day, Duke returned to the run to take his usual afternoon nap with a group of hens. As they were laying there, one of the hamburgs pecked at his tail feathers, causing one to break off and bleed. At this point, I believe this activity has simply become a bad habit for some of the hens.

While in the coop, they are sleeping, and while free ranging they seem too busy to think about the feather picking/plucking. As a result, this activity seems to only occur in their run. We have filled their run with leaves and freshly mowed grass, and I’ve sprinkled sunflower oil seeds through out it. There has been no feather picking/plucking since.

There are some who feel feather picking/plucking is a result of the lack of protein in the flock’s diet. I routinely feed my flock snacks that are high in protein, but I also give them some snacks that are high in calories, low in fiber, and not very high in protein. I have eliminated all snacks except sunflower oil seeds, which have 16% protein. I am also withholding the scratch until we feel this situation is under control.

I purchased a couple of Flock Blocks, which are blocks of compressed grains formulated for chickens. It is made by Purina Mills and the literature claims it helps encourage healthy pecking and thereby discourages feather picking/plucking and cannibalism.

I’ve also ordered some Hot Pick to spray on Duke’s tail feathers to discourage others from pecking at him, and some Avian Guard 2000, which is supposed to contain minerals and vitamins that chickens ingest and curb their desire to peck and pick on other chickens.

At this point, we cautiously optimistic that we have gotten this unpleasant issue under control. While I am pleased with that, the best course of action is to prevent this type of thing from happening in the first place. I am certain that if I had known more on this subject, I could have prevented it. There may be many contributing factors, but the largest is most likely my flock management techniques. In my defense, I was unaware of the causes of feather picking/plucking. Hopefully, by posting this, those of you with chickens may learn what to watch for and how to address it before it becomes an issue within your flock.

So, in a nutshell, the steps we are taking to end this feather picking/plucking are increasing the protein in the flock’s diet, insuring the chicken run is filled with items to keep them busy while in there, and allowing the flock to free range during daylight hours. As I said, we are cautiously optimistic that these steps are working.

If you are interested in a day to day update, I have started a thread on BackYardChickens. I have been updating it daily and will continue to do so until we feel confident the situation is under control. There have been helpful comments on the thread as well, so if you are currently experiencing this horrible activity within your flock, or would like to learn more about how to prevent it, you may find the BackYardChickens thread useful.

If you have experienced feather picking/plucking and/or cannibalism within your flock, I would be very interested in hearing about how you addressed the issue. Please post a comment, or drop me an email.

Ending this on a lighter note, I looked out the window the other day and saw Bernie standing by his truck, with Duke at his feet staring up at him. As I walked up to them, I heard Bernie saying “Yes, I know it’s a nice truck. And I know you like it. But you can not get up on it. Do you hear me? You can not get up on this truck. Now, go over there and tell all those hens that no one is allowed up on this truck. OK?” I can’t be certain, but I am fairly sure I heard a snort erupting from the hens.

Bee Free,
Penny

Change Can Be a Good Thing

Wednesday, September 24th, 2008

As you’ve noticed, we’re going through a few changes around here. I’ve given the website a little face-lift, and I’ve decided to use WordPress as my blogging tool so I can blog on the Back to Basic Living server.

For you, the only changes should be that you need to update your bookmark to point to the new Back to Basic Living Blog, and sign up for email delivery on the right of the page if want automatic email delivery when the blog changes.

You may now leave comments without registering for an account to do so. Your first post will be moderated, but once approved you may comment freely!

Enough about all that. Let’s get to talking about the homestead…..

Well, I was really tickled to learn after my last post that I’m not the only one that has tricked herself with fake eggs in the nest box. I received emails from a few of you that admitted doing the same thing. The details varied, but the bottom line is I’m not the only one! I appreciated each “confession”, but I have to tell you, the one that meant the most to me came from my cousin, who I consider the Chicken Queen of all times. There’s no need to publish her name (Don’t worry, Julie. Your secret is safe with me for sure.) She’s been raising chickens for many years, so it really did make me feel better to learn she tricked herself in a similar fashion. Granted, this happened early on in her chicken raising career, but I chose to ignore that and simply focus on the fact that fake eggs seem to fool a lot of people more than they do chickens. Although every one that wrote me did say that the fake eggs worked in getting the hens to lay their eggs in the next boxes. My cousin did mention that doing this type of thing “runs in the family”. I guess I even found comfort in that little tidbit.

We built an 18 X 18 pole shed off of Bernie’s barn shed. And by “we”, I really do mean “we”. We worked side by side on every single bit of it, except the shingles. And I’ve got the sore muscles to prove it. Bernie put on the shingles by himself because he wanted to finish it quickly and he would have had to wait until the weekend for me to help. Take a look at this beauty:

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Pole Shed from an Angle

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Bernie wasted no time filling it

That is one fine pole shed there, don’t you think? After seeing Bernie’s ability to design the coop and the pole shed, I’ve requested a screened in gazebo. He rolled his eyes, but did say he would put it on “the list”. Darn that list anyway!

I finally added some recent pictures of the chickens to the Chicken Coop Deville page. Scroll down to the last few pictures on the bottom. Although I know the chickens are growing and changing, it just amazed me to compare the pictures I posted yesterday to the batch I put up just before them. They have really changed a lot in just a few short weeks!

And speaking of changes, we are heading full steam ahead into the fall season. The days are shorter and cooler, and summer is on it’s way out. I already miss it.

So, there you have it. Things have changed around here – from the website and blog to the chickens and the weather. I’m not always a fan of change – but it can be a good thing.

Bee Free,
Penny

Egg On My Face

Monday, September 15th, 2008

I’ve always heard that placing a golf ball, or some type of fake egg, in a nest box will encourage chickens to lay their eggs in the nest boxes, rather than on the floor or other places. I was reminded of that this weekend when I read a post on a chicken forum from someone who was having trouble getting her chickens to lay eggs in their nest boxes. I remembered that I had some fake plastic eggs that came with an egg basket I inherited from someone a little while ago. I got to thinking that my hens are just about at the laying age, so I grabbed the plastic eggs and set one in each nest box last night. And then I completely forgot all about them.

This morning I opened the chicken door to let the chickens out and, as I do each morning, I opened the “human” door to walk inside the coop and make sure there was plenty of food and water. I looked over at the hen boxes and almost screamed for joy. Eggs! Perfectly beautiful eggs! My heart was beating uncontrollably. I thought I would cry. I kept thinking “They are so white, so perfectly formed, so clean, so large, and there is one in each box! One in each box? Wait a minute…. those….. are…… plastic.” I was looking at the plastic eggs I had placed in those boxes just the night before.

I’m sure I turned every shade of red. But it does give me hope. If my chickens are half as stupid as I am, they may just really believe those are real eggs in those nest boxes and lay theirs right beside them.

Lordy, I sure hope they fall for it. If they don’t, you’ll never know. I promise.

Bee Free,
Penny

Bobby Lee’s Debut

Monday, September 1st, 2008

After following Bobby Lee around the chicken yard with a video recorder for the past several days, I’ve finally decided he’s not going to cooperate and crow for the camera. So this morning, when I went to open the coop, I took the recorder with me and I managed to catch the sound of Bobby Lee crowing. What you’ll see is the coop and the run as I walk toward it, and what you’ll hear is Duke crowing, followed by Bobby Lee crowing, ending with a duet:

How cute is that??? Waking up to those sounds each morning starts each day with a smile for us. It almost seems that Bobby Lee tries to emulate Duke’s crow. I’m not so sure that’s a good idea, but I am really proud of his efforts. Bobby Lee is a Phoenix, by the way.

You may be able to hear the roosters from the top of the ridge in the background. There are two that live up there and it seems that they call back and forth with Duke, especially in the mornings. I’m certain they spend a lot of time laughing at the noises coming from our homestead, but I hope they keep in mind that both Duke and Bobby Lee are not quite four months old yet. I am a little defensive about my boys.

Now that we’ve got both roosters crowing, I’m ready for the girls to kick it up a notch and start laying those eggs. They seem to have different thoughts on that subject though.

Bee Free,

Penny

Rooster Adolescence and Lucy-fer

Sunday, July 6th, 2008

Yesterday our chicks turned exactly seven weeks old and it’s been exactly one week since Duke figured out how to crow. I let the chickens out of their coop about 6:30AM and went into the house to make them some yogurt. As I was standing at the kitchen sink, I heard the distinct sound of a crow – but it was not the shrieking three syllable crow we’ve grown accustomed to hearing from Duke. It almost sounded like the honk of a goose in comparison – and it seemed to have an extra syllable. We listened to it several times and became convinced it could not be Duke. It sounded nothing like him. Perhaps Bobby Lee had learned to crow – or maybe we were mistaken about one of the hens?

As it turns out, Duke is going through adolescence and, quite literally, his voice changed overnight. Friday, he sounded like this. Saturday, he suddenly began sounding like this:

Don’t you just love watching him gear up for his proud crow? And that crow now sounds a little more like “cock-a-doodle-do”. It is music to my ears.

You may also notice that he no longer scares the other chickens with his crow. The hens actually seem quite enamoured with him now, and when he lets out his new sounding crow, several typically crowd around him.

Duke is such a handsome boy. I’m also very pleased to report that even though he is growing up and becoming quite the ladies man, he still remains a mama’s boy and will sit on my lap and allow me to love on him for hours.

The chicks seem to change daily. They are feathering out and acting so grown up. Duke and the White Faced Black Spanish chicks have always been the tamest and most comfortable with me, but in the past week or so it seems that all the chicks have gotten a lot less skittish when I enter the coop or the chicken run.

Lucy is….. well, still Lucy. I now call her “Lucy-fer”. She continues to challenge all the other chickens and bully them when they come to me for treats or to play. She has gotten very aggressive with her pecking and has managed to remove a mole from my leg and she attempts to remove my fingernails when I’m hand feeding the others. I lift her face up by putting a finger underneath her beak and make her look at me while I scold her, but as soon as I finish, she goes back to what she was originally doing that got her into trouble. I gently thump her chest with my hand when she gets aggressive towards me, but she seems to think that is a game. *sigh* Even though she can truly act like Lucy-fer, she can also be sweet and will always have a special place in my heart. My little runt is growing up – and she’s doing it with a vengeance.

We’ve been busy, busy, busy on the homestead and I’ll write more later in the week on that subject. I’ll also get some new pictures of the chickens up on the Back to Basic Living website.

I hope you all had a wonderful 4th of July weekend!

Bee Free,

Penny

And Now…. The Moment We’ve All Been Waiting For……

Tuesday, July 1st, 2008

I present to you…… Duke the Roo, performing his first public solo:

Is he not the cutest little thing you have ever laid your eyes on? He is so darn proud of himself. I’m proud of him, too. He let out about 15 of those little gems and I caught every one of them on video. But I decided to spare all of you and only show a three second clip for his big debut. By the way – you may notice he is standing all alone in this video. His crowing still scares all the other chicks half to death.

I’ll admit, he needs to work on it a little, and he’s been practicing his little heart out. Not bad for a little six week old cockerel!

I’m sure you are not nearly as impressed with Duke’s new found talent as I am. It reminds me of my first solo in the third grade Glee Club. I sang “All Creatures Great and Small” in front of an auditorium of parents. Certainly the only reason I was chosen to sing a solo is not because of my lovely singing voice. I was the only third grader that would belt out any song I was asked to sing. I was loud. REALLY loud. Our music teacher used me as an example of how to make your voice “carry”. And man, did my voice ever carry.

At any rate, when I finished my first solo, the audience wildly applauded. In hindsight, I’m not sure if they enjoyed the song, or were just so darn happy it was finally over. My mother was just beaming. Afterward, she gave me a huge hug and told me several people commented that they had no idea I could sing so well. She was incredibly proud. You would have thought the Angel Gabriel had just come down from heaven above and blessed her with a song from On High. In reality, I’m pretty sure I sounded very much like Duke does right now. But parents have special filters in their ears and eyes, and often don’t hear and see things concerning their children quite the way others do.

I think Duke has quite a lovely little crow going on right now. And come to think of it, he does have a Gabriel type quality to his voice……

Bee Free,

Penny

Someone is Asking for a Good Old Fashioned Tail Whooping

Monday, June 30th, 2008

Lucy, my little White Faced Black Spanish, is really turning into a bit of a bully. She is constantly pecking the snot out of me, dive bombing the other chickens, and lately she’s been challenging Duke – a rooster who is easily twice her size. Duke stands up to her, but he doesn’t seem to take her too seriously. I’ve told Lucy that Duke is going to kick her scrawny tail feathers across the chicken yard, but she pays no attention to me whatsoever.

Since Duke found his voice and started crowing, he has really been acting like the alpha rooster. It is really fascinating watching the pecking order take shape in our chicken yard. Interestingly enough, not only do the roosters have a pecking order, but there is a pecking order among the hens as well. As the chickens attempt to work out these social structures, you can imagine the chest bumping, puffing, and challenges that are now routinely occurring.

Bobby Lee is not quite developed enough to make much of an impression as a rooster so, at least for now, the title of alpha rooster belongs to Duke. Lucy is trying her hardest to make a bid for the alpha hen, and by the looks of it, she has a good chance. I haven’t really seen any other hen challenge Duke. I suspect if Lucy weren’t so darn cute, Duke would have already had her for breakfast.

Here’s a short video of Lucy challenging Duke. It’s interesting to me that Bobby Lee runs up to watch the whole thing from the side lines. Duke is the big one that takes off after a Silver Leghorn – and then gets challenged by Lucy, the mostly black one. Duke almost trips over those huge feet of his, but recovers in time to stare Lucy down:

I’ve been following Duke around with a video since Saturday morning when he first crowed. He is camera shy and will not make a peep when I have the camcorder rolling. He crowed this morning as I opened up the coop, but when I grabbed the camcorder he got completely silent. I’m determined to capture it, but it looks like it may take a little bit. While I still believe his first few crows were beautiful Saturday morning, I have to tell you that he seems to have forgotten what he did. He now sounds like he is getting over a bad case of laryngitis. His beautiful “cock-a-doodle” now sounds like “erk-er-ererererk”. In his defense, it is still quite loud.

MissPrissy, from Backyard Chickens, posted a recipe for making home made yogurt. I made some yesterday, and I have to tell you this is the BEST yogurt I have ever eaten. I mixed in some of my Raspberry Jam Syrup, and it was wonderful. The recipe is simple and the ingredients are easy to find. If you’re interested, check it out. This recipe makes plain, non-flavored yogurt. If you like flavored yogurt, just add a little jam, granola, honey, or whatever you desire.

Bernie is finished with all the fence posts for the front and back yard. Tomorrow he will start stringing the fencing wire. Those rolls of wire are really heavy and difficult to manage. He and Tex made a really cool “spool” for the wire today that should help Bernie a good bit. I’ll take pictures of it and post them later this week.

I have a list a mile long of things I need to do this week. I might actually accomplish some of them if I weren’t busy following Duke around with a camcorder. I sat with him for over an hour this afternoon before supper, and all he did was sleep on my lap. He is such a little sweetheart – I just wish he’s crow for my camcorder dad gummit! I’m sure he sits up all night crowing. And laughing at me.

Bee Free,

Penny

Cock-a-Doodle – huh??????

Saturday, June 28th, 2008

Between four and five weeks old, Duke starting doing this weird thing where he would raise his head high and move his beak in a distinctively cock-a-doodle-do sort of way – but nothing would come out. He would move his beak, but not a sound would escape. Bernie swore he was practicing crowing. At that early age, I had my doubts.

This morning I went and picked some raspberries while Bernie finished putting in his last corner posts for the fence. We finished about the same time, and decided to sit on the front steps and cool off with some ice water. We were watching the chickens peck around, and Bernie said “Did you see that? Duke just tried to crow again.” I rolled my eyes, and at exactly that moment, Duke stuck his head high in the air and let out a loud, distinct, and crystal clear “COCK-A-DOODLE….” – and scared the bird poop out of all the hens and himself. They all took off screaming, flying, and running to the other end of the coop. I’m not sure who looked more terrified – the hens or Duke.

I couldn’t believe it. His crow was beautiful! It wasn’t at all the scratchy, crackling, strangling noise I expected. It wasn’t quite a full crow, but he sure nailed the first part of it. Within a just a few moments, he let out another. And then another. COCK-A-DOODLE……

I ran in to get the small camcorder I ordered and received this week. I followed Duke for at least 20 minutes, determined to capture the next crow for you. But he strutted around and pecked around and was as quiet as a church mouse the entire time.

We haven’t heard him crow again today. But I have to tell you, those three little crows changed his life. He’s been strutting around all day long. And he’s been challenging the hens and Bobby Lee more than ever. He is really quite proud of himself. It seems to me the girls are paying a lot more attention to him as well.

As silly as it sounds, Bernie and I are really proud of Duke. The boy is crowing at six weeks old! And he’s so dad gum handsome and sweet. He is honestly everything I could have hoped for in a rooster – at least at this young age.

I’ll get some pictures of all the chicks posted in the next couple of days. I was going to wait to write about this until I had the pictures ready, but I am so excited, I just had to let y’all know.

By the way, I’m working on adding some canning information and pictures on the Back to Basic Living Website. I hope to have the pages up within the next week. I’ve water bath canned several jars of Raspberry Jam and Raspberry Syrup – and I took some pictures of the process to share on the website.

I’ll write more in the next day or so. I hope to capture Duke crowing on the camcorder so I can share it with you. I’m just certain you’ll be as impressed with the boy as I am.

Bee Free,
Penny