The flock

Let's meet the girls.

I got 5 grown hens from the local feed store. I showed up on a Friday morning with 2 large amazon boxes with airholes cut into them, and the guy cracked up at the creativity. They were living in cages packed so tightly, I feel like I rescued them. The first day they rolled around in the dirt like they'd never seen it. And they probably hadn't. 

They are all red star hens, and I couldn't tell them apart so after about a week I put a different color zip tie on their legs. Except for one. She was supposed to be yellow but I couldn't catch her so she's the only one without a bracelet.

Their names:

Clover- supposed to be yellow.
She keeps her distance. Out of respect for me being unable to catch her, she was named after the whole reason they are here.

Coco- Blue. 
Easton named her. 

Micora- Purple.
Lilah named her.

Gertrude- Green.
Named after my Aunt Kate, who for some reason was nicknamed this after a chicken named Gertrude.

Princess Mary Jane O'Kief- Orange.
Named as if she was a racehorse, by some friends who named her after... a favorite hobby. 

They are all pretty mild-tempered. Everyone except Clover will let me pet them, and will eat out of my hand. They love strawberry tops and bananas, but won't touch kale or watermelon.

Here's a shot of the very first egg. What an expensive egg!