Follow that path just a little bit further into the green clearing and there you'll find our flock of chickens that are now ten weeks old.
Bingo the Maremma is happy guarding the chooks, although sometimes they make it difficult for him to enjoy his dinner.
Most of the time it is difficult to tell the 2 flocks apart. But look closer and you'll see the ten weeks old are smaller and their comb hasn't developed or filled with blood to make it red yet.
Clean it out, restock it and send Bren off to the other side of Melbourne to pick up a new flock. This time we are getting three hundred one day old chicks and 25 ducklings.
Ooohhh, I can hardly wait.
I love the shot of bingo trying to eat his tucker!! Poor dog ;)
"awwwwwwwwwwww...chookens!!! we have chookens!" ♥
Me too Leonie! That photo is just the cutest.
It looks like Bingo's eating Brenno's chin for dinner. Surely he can can find something more tasty than that (just joking). xx
Awww... I want chickens. Can't wait until we can make the move from suburbia to the country and I can get my chickens! Will have to keep coming back here for now and pretending! :)
But but but how are you going to name them all??!!!
Love their guard dog - hope he gets at least one meal in peace and quiet
I am getting an education , reading your blog ! Very interesting about how to tell the age with the comb sixe and colour .
x PJ x
Ha ha ha. This photo made me think of your chookens. xx
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