According to the resident expert this is a lavender Australorp (ROOSTER!!!).
Sometimes life in the country takes “true grit.”
My new replacement hen crowed today. OOps. He was guaranteed to be a hen. Now, my granddaughter, Lillian, tells me the other “hen” is a rooster, also.
And why do I have a replacement in the first place? This is the sad part. According to the trail cam we also have a mother fox with three kits. This mom decided she needed to feed her babes, and my wonderful, dear old hens were the dinner. The night before a raccoon had decimated my friendly ducks.
I became an “empty nester” in just a few days. So, what will I do with two roosters? Not sure.
I still have some brown and green eggs from the beautiful hens. Gifts. From them to me, (at least I pretend). I had two fried eggs with toast to day which I ate in memory of the girls.
Silly, inconsequential happenings in the big scheme of things. But everyday, nitty-gritty life on a farm. You win, you lose. Today I lost the battle with Donqui. Flies are eating his legs, but today I could not catch him to spray the dastardly flies. I gave up and walked away this time. Donqui won. That’s one for the donkey.
Notice his ears. With the can of spray behind my back, I know he will bolt when I pull it out.
BUT, what is life without challenges? I still love this life on Kitten Creek Road.