Chickens . . . mmmm

I'm not sure if I mentioned previously that we got 4 chickens earlier this spring.  The mmmm in the title reference our 4 ladies.  Martha, Mabel, Millie and Margie.  Crazy old lady names, but we love them.  Richard built a chicken coop into the shed (that still needs to be finished before winter might I add) of course after we had them in the house for a week or two.  Mabel (aka, the "ugly one") was in the house for almost a month.  She was a runt and had been picked on so much that she was missing feathers and bleeding.  We separated her from the "fat ones" so she could get bigger and stronger.  Once we brought the baby home from the hospital and walked into our house, I didn't care anymore.  My house smelled like a chicken and so I made Rich put her out with the others.  The only problem with that was she no longer thought she was a chicken.  She segregated herself from the other chickens and by so doing was starving herself.  We ended up putting food and water in the area she stayed in.  She eventually started associating with the other chickens again and now is the ring leader.

Yes, that is Richard inside with the chickens

Martha (front and center), Millie (left), Margie (right) and Mabel (in back)