The Girls

I've been meaning to write a post about my neighbors chickens ever since last summer; it only took me 7 months.......

My late neighbor Dave's house was bought by a young guy named Teggart in the summer of 2014, and his girlfriend Morgan moved in within 6 months, and they became urban farmers. They originally had over a dozen chickens, and that included what turned out to be two roosters. One of the roosters was a big fellow, who as the summer progressed, found his voice. Now I didn't actually mind too much, I do however acknowledge that I might have felt differently if he had been doing his thing from the start of the summer and I woke up to that before my alarm clock every day. Apparently there were some neighbors who didn't appreciate it, and eventually they were forced by animal control to find both roosters a new home.

Babs

So since late September, it's just been The Girls. I've named some of them after one of my favorite movies, Chicken Run (from the makers of Wallace & Gromit). Even though she technically doesn't look like the chicken Babs from the movie, I've named the little Bantam Babs; she is my absolute favorite. 

There are three yellow hens, and I call them The Three Gingers, or Tres Gingers, because I'm not that creative, and they are all ginger colored. I've covered my bases with that one. They also remind me of the main character Ginger in the movie, because she was always trying to escape, and two of the three gingers are the first ones to get out of their pen every day.

The Three Gingers or Tres Gingers

There is one I want to call Rocky, even though in the movie Rocky was a rooster (voiced by Mel Gibson), because she will fly over their fence to get out. I have yet to capture this on video, but she cracks me up every time. Most of them are actually pretty entertaining to see how the both get in and out of the pen. To get out they will scramble up the side of the coop and then fly out. To get in at night, they will get on the edge of Teggart & Morgan's front porch and fly into the pen and land on the top of the coop. The last stage will be a short flight down to the ground.

My cats don't bother them, most of the time they are curious, but keep their distance. The girls also like to come up on my porch too, and thankfully have not left too much of a mess in their wake. I am definitely going to miss them when I have to move. They are starting to respond to my voice and will come running when I am putting food out in the bird feeder and I will toss some on the ground just for them. They were also treated to some of the apples and Italian Plums from the trees in the backyard last summer. So there we are, a short story about my neighbors free range chickens. 

Babs & Munchkin