The baby chickens are seven weeks old now and growing like weeds. Really, you can’t call them babies any more.
One of them, Amelia Gonzales, is not a chicken, but a rooster. Even the most experienced have trouble telling the boys from the girls, apparently. We have contacted the local 4-H group and they are sure they will find a young breeder eager to have such a fine addition to their flock. She, well, HE, is a pure bred light leghorn and will make good baby chicks for someone.
Also, this last week we finally painted the coop that my father made last spring. How did we select green and red paint? Well, because it was what I had and that made it perfect. My father purchased it along with other wood finishes at an auction for $7 and figured I could use the red and green paint and he could use all the varnish, poly and other goodies. It was new paint in good shape and looked good to me. Is that too practical? I have thought it would be fun to get a metal decoration of some kind for the door. Maybe one will come up at a yard sale.
Now the chickens have a shiny new home protected from the elements so it can protect them from the elements. As hot as it has been here it is hard to even imagine winter, but we know it will come and are glad to have such a nice place for our small flock.