The goose is getting fat…
And it’s a good time to say Happy and Merry! to everyone who cares, and who we care about. So, I present the Christmas Kittens!

Hmm, Spike and Nox don’t seem thrilled by the hats, do they? Wonder if they’d be happier if I got them matching mittens…

Due to the lack of exciting chicken news, I’ve decided to put up some links to some neat chicken hats.  This was inspired by a trip to The Mall yesterday, where we saw a chicken hat at the Elephant’s Trunk.

First, we have the World Famous Chicken Hat.  Says so right on the page.

Not bad, but not hardly a cold-weather headpiece, huh.

This looks a little warmer.   And, it’s the Best Little Chicken Hat on the Web. Again, it says so right on the page.

Super cute, covers the ears.  I like it.

Then there’s this.  The Clucker.

I just don’t know.  It looks like that man is enjoying his hat much more than is typically called for, and it sort of creeps me out.  Oh, and no ear flaps.  The legs don’t count.

For the party-chicken, there is the Oktoberfest Chicken Hat.

Another guy too happy with his chicken.  I’m not sure I approve of giving alcohol to chickens, I don’t believe they are of legal age!

Here, a nice homestyle hat – a Knit Chicken Ski Cap.

I gotta say, this is my favorite.  Not too flashy, not too childish, practical ear flaps and liner.  And tassels.  How can we not love tassels?

So, if anyone wants a holiday gift-giving idea for me, make it the tasseled chicken hat.

…that was my question.

Turns out, a lot of people have that same question, and as with armpits and bodily orifices, there are many differing opinions on the matter.

What I’ve done so far is this:  when I noticed the chickens huddling more to sleep, I put the brooder heat lamp outside the chicken door to the coop.  It shines some heat inside, some outside.  My logic (such as it is) is that they’re birds – birds have feathers and monster body heat.  But maybe just a little something near the feeder would be nice for them.

Then this morning, I get up and the water bucket thing is frozen solid, and it made me start googling again.  I found this thread on the BackYard Chicken forum, but like I said, it’s all opinion.

In the end, I’ll probably just end up leaving it as is.  I may move the light out a bit more, put the water bucket thing under it and see if that helps.  But if I block the light too much, where will the cats hang out??

As a side note, as I was googling for images of cold chickens, I came across this one:

Click it to see where it’s from – a coffee place in the San Joaquin Valley.  It sounds like a fantastic drink, and what a great name for it.  Makes me wish I lived anywhere near there.  Or at least could visit.

The ladies are pretty mellow right now, getting up later and going to bed by 5pm.  Lazy, I tell ya.   Also their egg-laying has diminished – I’m lucky to get 3 a day now, and none from the Araucanas at all. The smallest, Buttercup, has been the most faithful producer that I can tell, because I have one small white egg every day.

I’ve started feeding them scratch grains along with ther pellets, to help them keep bulked up.  I put out a motion-sensor light and a heat lamp, thinking that maybe it would help them decide to stay up later, but no.  The motion sensor usually only catches cats, and the heat lamp…well, take a look:

That’s not a chicken.  That’s a Toaster cat, coming to see why I disturbed his nap in the sun.

The cats have been happy with chickens, they have fun chasing them and the chickens don’t seem to mind.  Twinkles has started liking bread lately, so she joins the ladies at the treat dish.  I had a picture of them sharing a bagel, but I’m not sure where it went.

I was given the idea of strapping a camera onto a chicken, and seeing what comes back.  When I search, I find cameras watching chickens, but none from the chicken point of view.  And after reading this article, I think it would be a great idea.  I just need a camera now.  *Christmas present hint*

Guess that’s it for today, the ladies just aren’t that exciting right now unless they think they are getting treats.  Pfft, just like a woman.

Now I want a miniature dairy cow.

I don’t see why not, really – we have a good sized back yard.  The ones I’ve seen are sometimes less than 40 inches high – like a good-sized dog.  Only the cow wouldn’t expect to be allowed to sleep on the bed.   I hope.

Although, maybe a dairy goat is a better idea.  I’ve been informed that they are less trouble, and I’ve heard great things about goats milk.  And super cute – yes indeed. See here: Oberhasli dairy goats.

I’m going to have to start figuring out a way to buy the Old Uncle’s place up the river.  It’s the only way I’m going to be able to contain all the things I want to do.

Property lines are completely guesswork.

That, and I’ll need about a million bucks to make all the improvements I’d want.  I’d better start saving.

Since the last post, Oddball has gone to his new home. He stayed for a few weeks with a friend in Elmira, then a woman whose flock lost their rooster took him home. Now he’s got a flock of his own, and a wider range. Bonus: He now lives on Walton’s mountain. I think they should call him Odd-boy.

The hens, in the meantime, are doing great. They seem to be more relaxed and wander around more. A few of them duck and crouch when I reach for them, I’m told it’s because I now have rooster status. As my kid says, I’m one “sexy rooster”. Yay…?

I spent a “Girl’s day” with a friend of mine, same friend who housed Oddball for me. During that day, we took my cat to the Neuter Scooter to get her fixed, picked up some bottle calves, and built the main frame of my new chicken house.  A few days later, my mom came down with some tools and we added siding and a door for the nesting box.  Yeah…looks rough, needs a coat of paint and a bit of sealing in the corners, but my chickens seem to be happy with it.  They still have the house to run around in, but a safe place to go at night, now that it’s getting colder – and wetter.

The hope is that there will a dry weekend so my kid can paint it.  Not sure how likely that is, but I suppose the world won’t end if it doesn’t get done until spring.

The girls are laying pretty regularly, I can count on 5 eggs a day.  It’s nice to be able to give out a dozen eggs to people who are helping us out.  Since the jobless rate in our household has hit an all-time high, it’s a good feeling to know I can give back, at least a little.

I’ll have a later post on the eggs themselves – some of them have been pretty odd.  Googling “double yolk eggs” gets some really crazy stories, if you’re into that kind of thing.

So Oddball. My strange little rooster.

A couple weeks ago, he decided he didn’t like sleeping in the garage anymore, and started trying to stay out with the girls. I started letting him go to sleep out there, and bringing him in later. (was easier to catch him, anyway).

Now he’s arguing about that too. And yesterday he took a run at me – for what reason, I don’t know.

He was very sweet until recently, he’s smaller than he probably should be, and was sort of a “shoulder chicken”. But now, he’s kind of a butthead.

I’m considering that I may have to find him a new home. Which would suck. But maybe he’d be happier where he could crow at 5am like a “real” rooster. And I wouldn’t have to cover the chicken house overnight to keep him from waking up too early – it’s not fair to the girls, you know?

Ugh.

It looks like the Speckled Sussex is the egg-layer. She’s quite proud, as well. Today was the first time I’ve been around for the happy event, all the ladies were in a tizzy, hovering around her as she nestled into the little burrow the bunny made under the verbena.

I bought a second pet barn the other day, they were having a garage sale across the street and there it was…so I layered some hay in there and put one of Speckles’ eggs in there…hoping they’ll use it for nesting, the bunny hovel is going to get crowded otherwise.

Still looking for an equitable solution to Oddball. He really wants to stay out with the ladies, but I can’t let him wake the neighbors when the sun rises. I’ve been letting him bed down with them, then taking him to bed when I go to bed (around midnight) so at least he gets to cuddle up for a couple hours. Poor boy.

UPDATE! Egg #4 came an hour or so after this one. It’s from the Ameracauna this time, a nice wasabi-green egg. Very pretty.

After months of preparation and care, accompanied later by daily searches through the underbrush, we have an egg.

Not sure which chicken is the proud producer, but hopefully it’s a sign of more to come. I wonder, should I get a little “free range” stamp, since they’ve decided to lay under the verbena?

On the outskirts of a small city in Oregon, rampaging cannibal chickens are taking over a small yard.

The catalyst: a chicken corn dog.

Even this small flock of just seven birds can strip a corn dog of its sweet corny exterior in seconds, exposing the chickeny insides under the cruel efficiency of their beaks. Within minutes, there is nothing left but the bare wooden stick, a sad testament to what was once a chicken – just like them.