The day I brought them all home, less than 24 hours old. Holy shit do I really have chickens?!
3-4 weeks old now. He's up front acting like he owns the place. He basically did, though.
A good 1.5 - 2 months old. We were good friends at this point, walking around every day while I talked to him about life and things in general. He cooed and cawwed, naturally, as most do when they hear me speak.
I'm not sure how, but he's gained quite an affinity for beer at this point.
Both of these photos are from one of his last days walking and sqwauking around the yard. I borrowed a really nice DSLR camera from the school to take some deserving photos. Pretty nice, huh?
His final resting place, where he spent the previous hour with a can of PBR (nectar of the gods) up his ass in my oven. A pretty fitting way to go, in my opinion.
Rest in peace, Carlos, until you are my undesired alarm clock in heaven.
2/7/2010 - 7/16/2010
These are the very first eggs my girls laid. They've since been eaten (astonishingly yellow, delicately flavored and delicious). The other Orpie sister has started to lay as well, so we're getting about two eggs a day, which is going to mean a lot of scrambled eggs and Trip's favorite brunch food; quiche! Baaha, not really. Maybe one day I'll make one he likes. But he's going to have to keep eating them until then anyway. Ah well.
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