Chickens have just as much personality as a dog or a cat. They don't like to be petted or play fetch but my girls all love me as much as I love them. (Or its the trail of bread crumbs I leave for them whenever they are out.) I currently have a black cuckoo maran, buff orphington, a brown and gray easter egger, and five assorted bantam cochins. Unfortunately only the maran and buff are laying at the moment.
The first batch of fryers are about 6 weeks at this point. The buck is a California with an extremely high libido. The breeding doe is a New Zealand and the other doe is her daughter with a New Zealand sire (whom we ate). The hybrids from the California and New Zealand seem to grow bigger and faster. They are pretty cute, but they'll all end up in a pot.
The winter garden of 2010 is booming after the week straight of showers we've had the warm weather that followed.
I also cooked a lunch for the Jew who came back from birth right. Marinated Pork chops on top of fresh sautee greens with a black cherry sauce, accompanied by brown rice and chantrelle mushrooms.
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