I love my chickens - and that is something I didn't think I would say. In fact I decided to keep hens instead of a cat as I used to find it tough going away for a few days and leaving a pet. No such problem with chickens - or so I thought. Turns out you get just as attached to them.
I find it really interesting studying their social structure, their individual characters and their voices. Up to 25 different tones of communication and I don't think any of them could be called a cluck!
We are all starting to enjoy a few more Spring-like days now and I hope to be taking a lot more photographs and keeping The Chix own diary but for now we have in this pic - Dolly who is the matriarchal figure and the oldest, the lighter brown, the grey is Belle, second in command, the two youngsters are Amber, the darker brown and Emmie, short for Emerald, the black/green bird.
Pictures here of The Chix - the untidy rabble top right are the rescue chickens we had three summers ago. Dolly is the last remaining hen from that batch and here she is bottom left, looking amazing. They all love life and are bright and funny. And no - I still can't go away for a few days without missing them terribly!