Goodbye sweet Penny - Goodbye sweet Poppy

I just can't seem to get a break.  I lost two more hens this summer.  It's so devastating.

Selfie with my sweet Penny.  Penny loved to sit in my lap and talk.

We lost sweet Penny, one of my baby peeps, about a month ago.  I went out at bright and early one morning, I knew the hens had only been up for about 10 minutes, and she was dead in the run.  The only thing I can think of is that one of the others jumped on her and snapped her neck.

The peeps were a tight pack of four and did EVERYTHING together.  If Coco got near or if anything spooked them, they all tried to jump on each other.  She was still warm and soft and I was simply devastated.  

The last photo I have of the four peeps.  I believe Penny is in the upper left of the photo.

And then last week, we lost my sweet blue Poppy Loo.  I wasn't quite sure what was wrong but she was clearly not right.  Turns out, she was egg bound.

Last photo of Poppy and Coco together.

The saddest part about losing Poppy is watching Coco mourn.  Poppy and Coco made for quite the odd couple.  But they were tight.  They did everything together.  The funniest thing was watching the two side by side on the roost at night.  Coco tipping the scales at nearly 9lbs was just a beast next to Poppy who was just a raisin over 3lbs.

Coco has bellowed for Poppy all week.  She even started crowing like a rooster.  Coco seems to be getting better.  But she lost her best buddy.  And while she's got the three peeps out there with her, they are tight bunch and breaking one off to pair up with Coco is going to be a tough sell.

The last photo of Poppy at the vet's office.  Those sad eyes simply begged me to do something to make her pain go away.

Up until we lost Poppy, the peeps were sleeping in their own coop and refused to roost.  I thought it was odd that they were 17 weeks old and still sleeping in a big pile.  But I figured if that was what made them comfortable, then what harm was it causing.

So after we lost Poppy, I started putting the peeps in the big coop with Coco.  They were quite frightened at first.  But it's been nearly a week now and things are beginning to settle down.  Coco hasn't crowed in two days.  And the peeps are letting her get closer to them and even hang out with them while they preen.  And Coco has been very good and not pecked or spooked them.

I think she understands that Poppy is not coming back and these three are all she has so she'd better make nice.

Hopefully, one of my sweet peeps will go broody this fall or next spring and will raise more babies for me.  I'd love to have a flock of eight.  And honestly, I'd just love for a few of my hens to live to be old ladies.

Project Flock Integration has Commenced - Code Name: Peepers

The babies are almost 6 weeks old and I felt it was time to fully integrate them with Coco and Poppy.

I've had the Peeps out in the garden free ranging with the big girls since they they were two weeks old.  And that was going great.  I evicted them from the garage two and a half weeks ago to the big girls run, but separated by fence panels, so they couldn't get at each other.  But they were getting frustrated by being penned up and clearly want more real estate to roam.

Coco is very chill.  She welcomed the Peeps almost from the beginning.  Poppy is a bit more high strung and I was more worried about how she would react.  But I couldn't have been more pleased.

I started the day by letting everyone out into the big garden while I cleaned both coops, scrubbed all the waterers, filled the feeders and turned over some of the soil in their run.  I also moved some logs around to make things seem different and interesting to everyone to hopefully keep them distracted.

As soon as I put everyone into the run, they all set about having a big dust bath.

Coco and Poppy taking a big dust bath together.  They must have been in there for nearly an hour.

The babies found their own corner to have a nice dust bath.

Here's a wider shot of the run.  I did leave up a few fence panels just to give the babies something to hide behind in case Coco or Poppy decided to chase or stalk them.  But I really didn't see any of that going on today.

I put out every waterer and feeder I have to give everyone a place to eat and drink with out having to be near someone that might want to peck at them.

I found it interesting how Coco and Poppy spent much of the day hanging in the area that was sectioned off for the Peeps. And the Peeps spent their time exploring the big girls side of the run. 

We checked up on them often to make sure everyone was doing okay.  The Peeps love getting tummy tickles.

Peaches loved napping in the sun up on a cinder block.  I don't know what's going on with her feathers but her bustle feathers are growing in straight up in the air.  We've started calling her Peach Fuzz.

The Peeps do EVERYTHING together.  They move around the run like one giant chicken.  I guess it's true what they say, safety in numbers.

Coco and Poppy INSIST on eating from the Peeps feeder no matter how many times I tell them, "It's the same feed silly hens!"

All in all I'd say today was a huge success.  I'm not going to relax just yet.  It's almost bedtime and I'll go make sure everyone goes to sleep in the right coop.  And tomorrow is yet another day.  But if all goes as well as today did, I should be able to start to relax a bit.

The Peeps are 4 weeks old

The Peeps just need to grow a tad larger so they don't fit through the fencing you see behind Penny.  Then we can move them out into the run with the big hens and know they will be safely separated from the adults. 

Guess what?

Poppy and Coco sharing some chopped spinach for a snack.

My garden is beginning to take off.  I'm growing a variety of radishes this year and the hens love the radish tops.

And finally, then hens have stopped eating my roses.

I love their cute little tails.

Pearl was tired from playing in the garden.  She hopped up on hubby's ankle and  wandered up to his elbow where she decided it was a nice place to take a rest.  Hubby tried to 

And all four together.  They grow up SOOOOOO quickly!

The Peeps

If the feed store would have had 5 Buff Orpington's, I would have bought 5 BO's.  I feel like I'm missing one when I look at photos like this.

They are 12 days old today and growing up SOOOOO fast.  I'm always amazed.  Won't be but a few more weeks before I can turn them lose in the garden to mingle with Coco and Poppy.  I write that with my fingers crossed that integration goes more smoothly this time around than the last.

A Change in the Pecking Order

I haven't been good about blogging lately.  Life just gets in the way life sometimes.

I know I blogged about Honey not being well.  I'm still not quite sure what was wrong with her, but her crop wouldn't empty.  I worked closely with my vet to try and help her.  But after having it flushed out twice and crop surgery to clear it, she was still having issues.  I just could not bring myself to say goodbye to her.  I REALLY wanted her to raise babies for me again.  But last weekend she made it clear that she was suffering.  And I couldn't bear to let her suffer.  So we had her put down. 

Losing Honey was more difficult than losing all my other birds combined.  She was the sweetest bird in the whole wide world.  I loved the way she would run right up to me and let me scoop her up and set her into my lap.  She would tell me all about her day.  buk buk buk.  buk buk buk buk buk.  buk buk buk.  She was as soft as could be.  And I loved all those warm cozy feathers.  Rest in peace my sweet Honey Bear.

Rest in peace my sweet Honey Bear.  I hope heaven is full of blueberries and meal worms.

And knowing in my gut that Honey's days were numbered, I picked up four day old Buff Orpington chicks last Friday.  We've named them Pickles, Peaches, Penny and Pearl.  Penny and Pearl kind of deviate from the Spice Girls theme.  But I love the name Penny for a hen.

Peanut and Popcorn were close contenders.  And honestly, sometimes I wonder why I even bother naming my chickens.  Because once they grow up and their personalities come out, we come up with about a dozen nicknames that fit each hen so much better than their given name.

I started calling them my Easter Chicks and it's almost like they know they are my Easter Peeps.

I was bummed about having to raise babies myself.  I worry about them being warm enough ALL THE TIME.  So I picked up an EcoGlow brooder and WOW!!!  I've never had such happy and content chicks.  And I sleep better knowing that there's no danger of fire.

I can't tell them apart yet but there is one who loves to make eye contact with me and appears to be their leader.  So we'll name her Pickles.  Once they get big enough, I have leg bands so I can tell them apart.  But for now, they are just the Peeps.