Blackula's murder has been solved. Canela, the awful chihuahua downstairs, did the deed. We found out when she tried to return for more chicken blood, but we were able to fend her off, because she is a little shit of a dog.
Also, Cindy, our Silver Laced Wyandotte, died on Thursday of non-chihuahua related causes. She'd been sick with some kind of respiratory thing since the spring, and finally went to the big hen-house in the sky on Thursday morning. We buried her in the raspberries. RIP, Cindy, RIP.
And lastly, we got four more chickens on Friday from Leras Family Farm in Santa Rosa. They've got a really cool operation going on up there: hundreds of chickens, turkeys, dairy cows, and a ton of vegetables. Michael, the guy that runs it, makes cheeses, and sells milk and eggs on Wednesday nights in Berkeley at Three Stone Hearth.
So here are the new ladies:
In the front is Buffy, our Buff Orpington. She's big and friendly, and lays light brown eggs.
On the left is The Bard. She's a Barred Rock (though she might be a Cuckoo Marans, based on the color of the eggs we're getting-dark chocolate brown vs. light pinkish brown). On her right is Princess. She's a Blue Andalusian, is hard to catch, and has taken to jumping over the fence into the garden.
And last we have Reba (on the right). She's a Rhode Island Red and is very friendly. On her left is Red, one of the OG Dirtfoot Chickens, a New Hampshire Red. They must have a back east rivalry going because they don't really get along all that well.
So that brings us up to eight chickens total. We have tons of eggs, so if you have any good recipes send them our way!
-Ian
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