Introducing our Rhode Island Reds
Renata |
Ruby |
Roxie |
Roxie and Rusty both came from Aunt Joanna and Uncle Quintin last summer/fall. They got their first chickens back before we did, and that's where Gary and I got the idea to have them. We thought it would be nice to have fresh eggs, and you know I like having animals... alot. I have to admit not only do we like having the eggs (and now we like selling the eggs to help cover the cost of feed), but I've been surprised by their different little personalities and quirks. I think the very fact that there is one chicken form, but hundreds of breeds and colors, each with different abilities, and personalities is a testament to the endless creativity of God. I know humans selectively bred them to create different combinations, but the fact that there is such diversity in the gene pool is amazing. Did you know that there are people working on breeding lavender birds? It's really quite amazing when you stop and think about it.
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Rusty |
Each of our birds have slightly different personalities. Renata is a typical Rhode Island Red. Very assertive, is the first to check out anything that is going on in the run or the coop, very nosy, a bit aggressive. She takes everything head on and doesn't back down. Rose can be aggressive but she's the most laid back of the bunch. She's the one that has a whole dug and lays around in it all the time. She's more whatever, go with the flow than the rest. Ruby HATES being held incase you can't tell from the picture. She was trying to beat me to death with her wings. Out of all the pictures Gary took of Roxie, she wouldn't look at the camera. I don't know what's up with that. I guess she thinks she's to good to be bothered by us. Other than that she's totally posing, with her tail fanned out and her wings on display. Rusty is my favorite of the Rhode Island Reds. I think she's the prettiest by far, I prefer that light, warm rusty color to the dark black/red any day. She's the only hen we have that doesn't seem to mind being carried around. When you pick her up she just flops over in your arms, it's almost like carrying a baby around, except you have to hold those feet still if you don't want to be scratched up when she sees something she's interested in and jumps off and runs after it. Our final hen is Rhonda. We've had her the longest. She's one of our original chicks from October of 2009. She's far more cautious than the rest, which explains why she's still around. I can't trick her to come over by throwing her grass, and then picking her up. After watching everyone else get banded and checked out today, she wouldn't come near so the only good picture I have of her, is when she came to check out the camera while I was trying to get a picture of our rooster, back in February.
Rhonda, front and center |
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