We’ve had backyard chickens for about nine months now at the Cottage by the Mountains. The Damsel practically feels like an old hand (hen) after all this time. Ha! Ha!
There are a few aspects of raising chickens that she hasn’t faced yet. For example, molting. The girls haven’t done that yet, but the Damsel has heard it’s a funny sight. Stay tuned.
Currently, she’s proud of them for surviving a Utah winter. Check it:
We specifically chose these breeds for their ability to deal with cold (we have 3 Plymouth Barred Rock and 1 Dominique) and so far so good. They don’t seem to mind tramping around in the snow with their poor little skinny non-furry legs. They have an amazing coop, built by the loving hand of the Knight, and they have even figured out it’s a nice place to lay their eggs. Yay! No more egg hunts! The Damsel was getting mighty tired of that.
One other thing the Damsel has not done with her little flock is add more birds. Her zoning allows up to six, so she’s excited to get two more. But what kind? How old? How should they be introduced? Apparently it is not ok to just huck the new ones out there with the others.
These are the burning questions cluttering the Damsel’s fuzzy brain today.




