We've been so pleased with the Light Sussex and Black Australorp chickens we got last spring. I don't remember any breeds we've ever had that were such good foragers.
It doesn't seem to matter how cold it is out, as long as they don't have snow to complain about, they're out there looking for good things to eat all day long.
I took these pictures yesterday when the temperature never hit 40 all day. And, yes, there are a couple of our older gals in that grouping, too. Also our little banty rooster on the right.
The zoom lens on the camera was needed to get a shot of almost the whole flock way the heck over on the other side of the pond checking things out. They roam as far and wide as they can within their good-sized fenced in pasture.
I think I'll have a very colorful picture to post of Papa's leg in a day or two. When he was out doing morning chores today, Father Goose grabbed him on the calf, went right through the heavy work pants he had on (Papa Pea, not Father Goose) and broke the skin. I predict a very large, colorful bruise marking the spot. Ouch. Hurts to think of what that must have felt like.
Cures for what ailed me
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