Our old hens have finally all stopped laying. One-by-one they said their last good-byes. And now the newer ones are mature enough to take over the coop. We were fortunate to have an elementary class ask if we would take their Easter chicks - and we agreed. Some of them are quite colorful.
We are waiting eagerly to see what color the eggs they lay.
Our older hens provided the most amazing large brown eggs. When the new chicks arrived, they were still cute little birds - then, they started to grow. It is amazing how quickly they change. then suddenly, they are big enough to put them in the smaller cage and introduce them to the older hens.
We were not sure how many roosters we had from the group. It looks like we have half and half. Hearing the roosters crow makes me think of summers at the farm with my grandad, AO and grandmother, Ruby. Those are special memories of their farm near Olney, MO, and for Tim his Aunt Fran and Uncle Jack, in Little Rock, AR.