A family wedding brought us back to Nebraska for an extended weekend. Usually, I devoted at least some of the time to giving Clay a bath and trimming his nails or cleaning out the cat box for grumpy old Ripley but both greyhound and cat have gone all the way of the earth.
|One of the older hens, Checkers, who will be making a move to Indiana.|
My mom has been after an elusive breed of hen since she first got her flock: the black australorp. They lay unusually large brown eggs which are often double-yolked. Of course, she couldn’t just get a few for her. She phoned and asked (repeatedly) if I wanted some chicks.
|She’s already named Jellybean Junior, a.k.a. J.J.|
Jack doesn’t care much for hens but he never complains when I whip up an omelet for him. So, about eight of the girls–a few chicks and a few older, already-laying hens will come back to Indiana. Lucky for us too, we’ve already got a little shed that would be a perfect coop with a little paint and a fenced in yard.