Last Sunday, Pete and I sat in the backyard and communed with the chooks. It was a gorgeous Sydney winter’s day, and the girls had just been let out onto a new patch of the garden. They were scrambling about excitedly, scratching for grubs and slugs.
Here is our beloved Rosemary, who continues to be completely bonkers. She’s the baby of the group…
She stared me down as I tried to take a photo of her laying…
Francesca, our Italian princess (who is actually not the least bit Italian), has always been quite different to the others. She is dark, petite and the most curiously adventurous of the flock…
We made jokes about her being a grassfed chicken, as she chomped away at the weeds we held out to her. She will try to eat almost anything…
Frannie has always been our noisiest chicken, and today I filmed her carrying on. She’s the only one who does this, and she does it regularly. We’re not really sure why – she isn’t a dominant member of the flock, but she’s certainly opinionated. I think if she had arms, she’d wave them around…
Bertie, Maggie and Harriet were far too busy to pose for a photo!
All five ladies are doing well, although they’ve now got a little grey in their feathers and their egg production has dropped off substantially. Watching them in action left us in no doubt that they’re all still full of life!