Chicken Fun

We have 20 chickens in our flock. They are mostly Rhode Island Reds, but we are trying to get a little more color in our flock. The nice thing about having one breed is that if one gets killed, there isn’t too much trauma because you can’t really distinguish one from another. The bad thing about them all bring the same is it gets a little boring. Chickens have personality, believe it or not.    When they are colored differently you can tell their differences easier.

For example, my husband and kids like “outdoor peanuts”  or otherwise known as peanuts in the shell.  Here at our house, we only eat them outside because of the mess that they make in the house.  Calling them ouside peanuts keeps the kids from asking to eat them inside the house.

Anyway, the chickens like the peanuts too.  A lot of the hens will eat them out of my husbands and kids hands.  While my parents were here, my husband did a demonstration for my mom.  I tried to capture some pictures of him feeding them.

One of our hens eating peanuts out of my husband's hand.

One of our hens eating peanuts out of my husband’s hand.

Another hen eating peanuts out of my husband's hand.

Another hen eating peanuts out of my husband’s hand.

RI Red Rooster and an Americauna hen.  She lays bluish green eggs.

RI Red Rooster and an Americauna hen. She lays bluish green eggs.

A couple of hens under our back step dusting themselves off to help keep the mites off of them.

A couple of hens under our back step dusting themselves off to help keep the mites off of them.

Another hen jumping for her dinner.

Another hen jumping for her dinner.

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