Well, it is my sad duty to report that Ruby, an eight-year-old black Japanese Bantam, has joined Pearl in the Great Chicken Beyond. Ruby seemed to have a sudden onset of chicken blahs and succumbed rapidly, clutching firmly to her perch until the end. In the aftermath of her roommate, Pearl’s, recent passing in March, Ruby had rallied and continued on in good spirits. She enjoyed being carried around and watching morning news programming on my mother’s lap. A private funeral was held at the family home.
We are now officially chicken-less and there are no plans to fill the void left by Ruby and Pearl. Let the purchase of store-bought organic eggs commence.
It is with regret that I must report that we have lost a family member this week.
Pearl, a white Japanese Bantam, lived seven good chicken years, beginning in North Carolina and then in Florida, and has now passed on.
Ruby, already dressed in black, is coping surprisingly well with the loss of her roommate. A brief funeral was held yesterday.
Remember Olivia? I did a picture memorial when she died. The Chicken Chronicles continue.
Olivia 5/5/03 – 3/21/09
Well, apparently we couldn’t go on forever without more chickens, so in early October, a friend gave me three baby chicks so we could have fresh eggs again. Fiona is a silvery grey Americana who will be laying bluish-green eggs and the two Wellsummers will look like the Kellogg’s rooster.
The Wellsummer roosters – ain’t gonna lay eggs 11-14-10
Literally. In mid-November, they crowed. They went to a new home around the corner at a neighbor’s who was in need of new studs.
Fiona towering over little Bantams, Ruby & Pearl 3-8-11
After the boys moved out, Ruby and Pearl, two Japanaese bantams, moved in. Fiona is quite vocal, having learned to crow from her brothers. Thanks, boys. Little Ruby and Pearl make cherbly noises, Ruby trills and Pearl makes little “uh-oh” noises. The little ones are like two salt and pepper shakers. Fiona is so loud, we fear trying to hide our contraband chickens in our new home. We’ll have to tell people we have a parrot.
Fiona strolling in the garden 3-12-11
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It’s Ruby and Pearl’s second birthday!
Ruby and Pearl – our little salt and pepper shakers!
Sorry for the pun. In our house, this is the official chicken birthday, making Ruby and Pearl each one year old today.
The girls are very adamant about gathering at the door at 7pm almost on the dot and demanding to go in to roost for the night in their dog crate on the front porch. What’s wrong with the rabbit hutch-turned-chicken coop (which you can see the end of with its entrance ramp), you ask? “We don’t sleep there, we lay eggs in there! Like, ewwww!” is the best I can figure. Here’s my mother going through the evening routine with the girls. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.
Chicken rule #1: what goes into the chicken, will come out again in approximately one hour. Chickens have very short intestinal tracks (as do all birds).
When living in the tundra region known as Vermont, we could not keep poor Olivia cooped up in her dog crate all day without any exercise. Sure, we shoveled the driveway so she had a path to walk down, but that can only go so far waltzing back and forth between three foot drifts of snow, not to mention the imminent danger of having the melting snow avalanche off the slate roof and possibly crushing her into a chicken pancake.
We quickly learned Rule #1 and found that as long as she hadn’t had anything to eat, she was perfectly fine walking around the carriage house and kitchen for several hours without the fear of leaving chicken plop on the floor. Or the fuzzy lima-bean dog couch where she often sat. Seriously.
Olivia stealing the dog's toy in the living room 10-28-2003