Bexley Chickens
A tiny account of our daily happenings with our little flock of backyard chickens.
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Follow our adventures as we raise a tiny flock of chickens in suburban Bexley, Ohio.
Our chicken bloggers include Tami Taylor, a Welsummer, and Tyra, a Jersey Giant.
Our chicken bloggers include Tami Taylor, a Welsummer, and Tyra, a Jersey Giant.
RIP, Betty, Joan, Sally & Peggy.
Monday, June 22, 2015
Clematis "roof"
A clematis on the outside of the chicken run has taken off & grown across the sting-top on the chicken area. The string-top was Andrew's attempt to keep birds of prey out -- it's worked well! And now the clematis is providing shade, too. What a happy accident!
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
We planted a tree!
We planted a dwarf Golden Delicious tree in the chicken run. For the next two years we'll have to pinch off the apples, but in 2017 we'll get to harvest! I'm sure the chickens will appreciate the shade (our motivating reason) and the fallen fruit!
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Another kitchen experiment goes to the birds
This was my first try at injera - the Ethiopian staple flat bread. It's like sourdough crepes, kind of, but even more delicious. Unless I'm making it. My first try was not a success, but the chickens liked it :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gHyzpgOWNQ0
Saturday, February 7, 2015
The promise of spring
There's snow on the ground & the thermometer reads something so low it hurts. But the chickens must know that spring is around the corner -- they just layed their first eggs of the season!
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Drunken Chicken
It seems the chickens really love fermented kasha (a kitchen experiment gone wrong). They've gone a little crazy for it! It's nice to give them something fun to do on such a cold, icy, dreary day.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Another attack
This time the attacked chickens weren't ours, but another Bexley family's. The think the perpetrator was a cat. The chickens are convalescing on our breezeway while their family is out of town. One of them seems pretty beat up, but they're both hanging in there. If Peggy taught us anything it's not to count a chicken out too early.
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