It is unseasonably perfect in Seattle- which is to say that it isn’t raining, misting, or cloudy. I blew off everything to build a hugelkultur-ish bed in our parking strip. I will tell you about that soon, but today is for the chickens. Tired from the shoveling and lifting, I let a few chickens out to play while I sat and watched them.
I adore chickens, that is no secret. I recently told the Ladyfriend “Um, honey? Can I tell you something? I really like chickens. A lot.” As I said in a Facebook post- “some people hold babies, I hold chickens.” I love their soft feathers. I love their noisy bawking. I love the eggs. But what I really love is their fluffy butts.
Perhaps I was inspired by a post this morning by Krista and Jess and their chicken with a few mystery butt whiskers. Go check it out if you have any clues to their mystery. My barred rock used to have one as well, but on close inspection it seems to be gone, so I have no idea.
Why do I love their feathers and fluffy butts so much? Just check them out! Enter: one of the Annies (the buff orpinton), Mountain Mama (the rhode island red), and Aspen (the speckled sussex).
How could I not? They are so…..fluffy!
They blow in the wind.
That alone would be enough for me. But they also leave me these:
Just for reference, the egg on the left is a “normal” size egg. The one on the right is enormous. Like duck-egg huge. While a normal chicken egg will weigh 2-2.25 ounces, this egg weighed 3.4 ounces! It had a double egg but was far larger than any other double yolked eggs my girls have laid. It was big, and so thick and fresh that it was like a pancake when I cooked it up!
Happy weekend all!