Our little house chick

She started out like this – cute, fluffy and wobbly.

1 day old Max

And man she was so much fun! She loved to play “attack the feet” while stumbling around and peeping. Adorable.

We tried reintegrating her back into the flock – since everyone was broody.

However, this did not go over well since they instantly tried to peck Max to death.

I know! Poor Max – Right?

This cute little chick was almost pecked to death by her family right in front of me!

We turned to the only option left; letting her live inside the house in a big rubbermaid storage bin.

Max really liked this arrangement.

She learned within a few weeks that she could fly up to the edge of the rubbermaid tub and perch – looking out at us and the dogs.

It wasn’t long before she learned she could jump in and out of the box and sit with us on the couch to watch TV.

Max has no interest in living outside with the other chickens or even interacting with them at all.

Looks like I’ve got one of those fashionable house chickens.

I tried to resist this at first, but Max has other plans. So, I purchased a chicken diaper yesterday.

Yes – a chicken diaper.

I’ll let you know how that goes. Until then, enjoy this video of Max eating watermelon on my coffee table.

I was actually trying to drink coffee on it at the time too, but she was so cute I had to video her instead.

What do you think about the house chicken movement?

Or keeping chickens as pets in general?



Fedora my lovely little black Araucana hen laid an egg for us today!

This is not her first egg so why am I so excited?

She has been broody for weeks!

Broody (as in the expression “Madder than a broody hen.”) is when a chicken decides she wants to be a mommy.

She lays a little clutch of eggs and hunkers down to hatch them out.

Best case scenario 21 days later – she has babies.

However, my little hens didn’t do a very good job of taking care of their eggs (Hey – they’re new at this!) so none of their eggs developed and I removed them from their nests.

Did this stop them from sitting in the nesting box all day long trying to achieve motherhood? Oh No. Not at all.

They remind me of that story – the little engine that could – because they think they can, but the truth is that they can’t.

So, despite my best efforts to convince them to move off their nests and go about their happy hen ways – they’ve sat still for weeks.

That expression “madder than a broody hen” probably started because they scream and protest loudly if you try to move them from their nesting box. Some hens (I’ve heard – my girls are sweeties.) try to even peck at your hands.

However, after all this time sitting around on nothing I’m starting to think this expression has a dual meaning… as in…

Crazier than a broody hen!

Now, if only Sepia would follow Fedora’s lead and stop being broody/crazy too…

Here is a picture of the first eggs they ever laid! Fedora’s eggs are the most blue pictured on the bottom left.

Chicken on my Stovetop!

My silly chicken girl, Sepia, knows nothing about what most people think of a chicken on a stove-top!

I brought her inside last night because she had removed her Hen Saver (aka Chicken Backpack) and it needed to be put back on. She thought this was a perfect opportunity to try perching on the stove-top!

What’s a Hen Saver you ask?

Well they are the self proclaimed leader in chicken saddles.

I suppose the most common follow-up question is – Why would a chicken need a saddle?

Well, to put it delicately (for all those PG13 people out there) our two roosters give our girls lots of affection. So, our girls need a little protection from their talons.

Plus, I love their backpacks! They look so cute running around in the yard with them on.

Here is another photo of Sepia on the stovetop. She is getting annoyed that I’m not feeding her something yummy!

A chicken in every pot? It is a good thing Sepia lives in a vegetarian house!

Roosters warm the cockles of my heart

In our suburban backyard we have a flock of chickens.

Yes, chickens.

Araucana chickens to be more specific. They are most noted for their pretty blue eggs and funky feather tufts that sprout from either side of their head.

I hatched this little flock in my suburban house last  September and have been enjoying their company ever since!

Here is pirate watching over the yard for any potential dangers.

Here he is again – annoyed I’m photographing him.

Here is another of Baba Yaga – my other rooster. Check out his tufts!

Araucana eggs are notorious not only for their unusual blue shell coloring. They are also said to be very hard to hatch.

I received 10 hatching eggs: 4 never started developing and SIX hatched!

I was super impressed with myself and loved them all so much. However, as the weeks when on I knew I had three roosters.

Now anyone who knows anything about chickens knows that roosters are a little like the Immortals from the TV series The Highlander – There can be only one!

I carefully watched them as they grew fretting about their every little scuffle and finally decided to re-home the most trouble-making of the three.

After he left to join his new flock – my other two rooster boys calmed right down.

They seemed to join forces to keep the girls in line and have developed a wonderful – if strange relationship of shared responsibilities.

My dominate rooster – Baba tends to take care of all the protection aspects of things. Sounding alarms, pushing girls back into line etc.

While my submissive rooster – Pirate seems only interested in breeding with the girls and is fine with Baba doing almost 100% of the crowing and bossing around.

I do worry about them one day deciding they want their own space – but they are 10 months old now and seem super content with each other.

In fact – when the girls are all busy in the nesting boxes the boys will run around the yard together. Just the two of them.

Hunting and crowing side by side not even a foot apart the whole time – even when running. Makes me smile.