Sprout is a full-on broody hen. No sooner had she begun to lay at five months when she decided to become a mum. Of course, there is nothing more lovely than a hen raising her own chicks so we encouraged her and gave her three eggs – one of her own, one of Trixie’s and one of the Tweedle’s.
On April 15, two of those three hatched and we finally got to meet Jockey and Ash.
Right on schedule, at two months old, Jockey broke our hearts and began to crow. As we tried unsuccessfully to keep our affection for this unwanted young rooster at bay, we admire his Sprout-like plumage, listen to his infrequent crows and watch as he is excluded from the flock most of the time. He is lovely with his green/purple iridescent feathering and his gentle demeanor. He seeks us out as a refuge when being chased by Skana, enjoys a belly scritch and makes a pleasant coo as he laments about his troubles.
Ash is a beauty. She has her father’s dark eyes and his silver-grey colouring. Some of her chest feathers are rimmed with rusty gold, just like Trixie. She also seeks us out as a safe refuge and doesn’t mind being held. She is trying hard to find her place in the flock but pretty close to the bottom of the pecking order. She will be laying within the next six weeks!
Although Sprout was a patient and attentive mum, keeping these two under her wing for more than six weeks, she is broody again and sitting on another clutch of eggs. Both Jockey and Ash often sit near her, cooing at her and vying for her attention but she has moved on and is only concerned with the next brood. It seems these two were kicked out of the nest too early and are unable to hold their own in the coop. At this point, they sleep outdoors on the woodpile and each night FM and I have to carry them into the outdoor coop for safety. It’s tough love in the chicken world.