She’s arrived! Meet Joan Jett.
Named by Mrs 1537, she seems to be the most dominant of the four hens we got yesterday. There’s a certain black leather attitude about her that we dig, oh and her breed is Black Rock. Oh yes!
683 Down (still).
Meet Joan Jett
Hopefully she and the other 3 do not reform their band and become Runaways.
Arf arf!
Now that’s proper rural stuff right there. Years ago my father-in-law had some hens and we used to go over and take care of them when they’d be on vacation. It’s a lot of work, but fresh eggs were a pretty nice payoff. Unfortunately the hens were taken out one by one by a pesky fox, Roald Dahl-style. So much for being a gentleman farmer.
It was fun while it lasted. Joan Jett looks like a fine specimen. Hopefully she doesn’t develop a bad reputation.
It’s great, we’re loving having them – it’s very restful. Only a couple of eggs so far because they’re still settling in.
“I guess maybe You DO Own Me after all.”
— Joan Jett, August 2016
(Shivers pleasurably)
Nice bird you got there.
Welcome Joan!
I presume the other three hens will be collectively known as the Black hearts?
Good call!
Im in love.
Bad Reputation Perhaps!
She’s a proper rock chick!