Our maran chicks are growing like the proverbial weeds. Josephine, our Blue Maran continues to be a sweetheart and has already sported the copper feathers that give this breed their distinctive and stunning chest shield.
Just look at that gorgeous coloring
Mrs. Bucket, well, Mrs. Bucket has sported something entirely different. As each of us descend the stairs in the morning, we stop when we hear a loud, finger-nail-type of screech coming from the chicks nurseries.
Our first thoughts run to “What on God’s green earth is that noise?”
Second thoughts are “Wait, is that what I think it is?”
And the final thoughts are “Oh, no.”
Yup, it’s happened enough times that without any lingering doubt, I can very clearly declare Mrs. Bucket to be a Mr. Bucket.
There’s that look again
And while Mr. Bucket is still a stunner (Black Copper Maran Roosters are some of the most attractive birds I’ve ever seen,) his days of living in our flock are numbered. As much as I would LOVE a flock of baby maran chicks, and the resultant eggs of all colors if he bred with our other hens,
I think I prefer happy neighbors more.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
Also, join me on Facebook to find out more about the flock (children and chickens) and see some pretty funny chicken jokes, photos of tiny houses, and even a recipe or two.
