Lokey and her 10 chicks on July 12th (one is hiding behind her).
For the last several years we've kept our flock of laying hens steady at about 12 to 14, along with a couple of roosters. They're split into two groups (that are never let out of their coops together because the two roosters will fight) plus a few hens who live on the loose, including one who hung out for a while with the sheep.
The hens provide us with more than enough wonderfully flavorful eggs, and every year at least two or three of the hens usually hatch out a couple of baby chicks (many of whom turn out to be roosters). I don't know if it's the new feed we switched to a while back or what, but this year four hens hatched out 40 live chicks.
And half of those were Lokey's.
Lots more photos below. . .
In late March, Lokey hatched out 10 chicks in an old wool-lined styrofoam cooler up on a shelf in the former Cat Cabin, which has been taken over by chickens (they're everywhere). When the chicks were a couple of months old and well on their way to being completely grown up (but still spending the night together in a very small portable pen), she flew the coop and disappeared.
It turns out Lokey ran off to sit in the bushes on a new giant pile of eggs. And in late June, she hatched out another ten chicks. This brood lived out loose in the farmyard, and Lokey (who was much happier than when she was locked up in the little portable pen) did a beautiful job bringing them up and keeping them in line.
These photos of the second batch of babies were taken in July when they were three weeks old. How about a little bop down baby chick memory lane?
More baby chicks? Here.
More Lokey pics? Here.
The rest of the flock? Here.
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