And then there were eleven……

One of the Gidgets did not make it. The chicks seemed fine and then one just puffed up and wobbled a bit. We moved them outside into the sun, thinking they needed more fresh air than they were getting. The sick Gidget drank some water, but then just died. It was sad. This is how they enjoyed their first grass. The sick one is the one on the right. (Note: since I posted this we lost another baby. They are just so fragile,)

We had a little ceremony, and buried the Gidget near the driveway. Hopefully the others will make it. We know they need to be outside, but we cannot leave them out at night because of the coyotes.

Brando still spends most of his time drooling over the girls in the hen house. We had to buy a spray for the chicken wire, so that he would hate the taste and stop grabbing it in his mouth while he tries to tear it down.

Brando is part Sharpei and, we are sure, part hound. His bark is pure hound. Well, he points also. He stalks the chickens and freezes in the point stance. It is pretty funny.

I also got another photo of him showing his intelligence. Carrie and Ann say he is very smart because he figured out how to get into the hen house last weekend, but this photo contradicts their opinions.

I left the ladder in the hen yard because I had not yet finished the wire work. I think the chickens are telling us they are ready for a roost. It is one of my jobs for next weekend. A roost and nesting boxes.

That is one of the Billie Jeans. I took a close up of one of them also. I think it is pretty good.

Isn’t that a good one? These chickens become more beautiful each week. When I walk into the hen house or just into their yard, they come running around my feet. I would like to think it is because they know who I am, but I do know they know people bring food, and they live to eat.