I’ve spent the afternoon with my friend, Ally, shovelling chicken shit for the most part, but squeezing in some time to drink tea, eat bread n butter, and take lots of photos of her poultry. And wrangle toddlers. And avoid getting bitten by the electric fence.
Cream Legbar hen (17 March 2011)
I’m suspicious of Cream Legbars, since they are bred from Leghorns who are absolutely, unequivocally insane, but this hen is a natural born poser.
that chicken’s got its eye on you!!!!
My Legbars have given me the run around tonight.They did not want to go in. They are both laying now,so may forgive them.
I will have to introduce you to my psycho cockerel, Wolter the Vorverke, international terrorist of these parts!
I know absolutely nothing about chickens, but that photo is fab. Jasper was pecked on the nose when he was a puppy… I wonder if he’s forgotten?