My life has been rather crazed as of late, so I apologize for the absence of chicken updates. This has been a rather inopportune time to have new babies in my charge, but it has also been a welcome distraction.
The twelve chickens arrived via the United States Postal system in this box:
Yes, they were all jammed in there the day of their hatching and then shipped out. They had plenty of wiggle room, but I am sure they huddled together for warmth. Immediately upon getting them home I had to teach them how to eat and drink by shoving their heads into the water and food dispensers under the warm glow of the infrared brooder box I made with a Trader Joe’s Box and a red infrared light to keep them a toasty 95F.
The stress of the travel and new home gave the chickens a bad case of pasty butt, which is very 
common. For those not in the know, pasty butt is when the poop of the chickies blocks their vent — the place from which they both poop and eventually lay eggs.
Sort of goes against the whole idea of don’t shit where you eat, but that is Mother Nature for you.
This is life threatening so you must remove the pasty butt. The babies hated it as I needed to dunk their rear ends in warm water to soften the poop up and then remove it; usually with some feathers or down. Lots of struggling went on, but when a baby weighs about 4 oz, I was able to show that poop who was boss.
After curing the pasty butt and preventing further occurrences by giving them ground-up golden flax seed, life on the farm proceeded as it does during spring time — noisily. I had to move the babies to a bigger brooder box because they outgrew the initial one. Each week I will raise the infrared lamp up a touch to lower the brooder box temp. The chickens no longer need it to be 95 F because they are growing feathers at a rapid rate. They will head outdoors once they are fully-feathered which should be in the next two weeks or so.
We had a naming contest a while back. Frankly they all looked the same, so it was useless to assign a name at that time. Now that they are getting feathers, it is easy to tell them apart. Below are the winners. Meet the new flock!
Elizabird Taylor is a Salmon Faverolle (MotherGooch).
Elizabird is beautiful, gentle, loving and supports AIDS research. On the down side, she is likely to steal her best friend’s cock.
Mushpickle is a Speckled Sussex (BBQCornuts’ son).
Mushpickle loves to snuggle. It is fun to say “Mushpickle is a Speckled Sussex.” Go on, say it like 10 times, really fast.
Margaret Hatcher is an Silver Cuckoo Maran (TackyTick).
Margaret is stoic and supports Trickle Down economic theory. She also misses The Gipper. She is one of my faves.
Henifer Lopez is a Buff Orphington (DogsofWar).
Henifer is needy and will get a big rear end.
Maude is a Naked Neck (Homoviper).
Maude is noisy.
Nuggets is Buff Orphington (Dahl and The_Obvious).
Nugget loves to sit in my hand. I bet she’d like honey mustard.
Foxy is a Silver Cuckoo Maran (DidacticTactics).
Foxy is going to be a pretty bird, but I found it distressing to name a bird Foxy given we lost north of 12 birds last year to a fox.
Cadbury is an Easter Egger (Dancing Queen).
Cannot wait for Cadbury’s blue or green eggs. She also tends to hop about.
General Tso is one of the wildcards and I haven’t figured out which breed she is yet (The_Obvious via Dahl).
I am looking forward to figuring out what General Tso is. I wonder if, once I find out what she is, if I will become hungry again.
Camilla is a Salmon Faverolle (Six Thirty).
Camilla is sweet-natured and gets bullied by Maude constantly. Where is Gonzo when you need him? Men.
Mavis is a Speckled Sussex. (EDIT: I forgot to credit Cornflowerbleume)
She has a fondness for cocks with big chins.
Gayle is a Speckled Sussex (Dancing Queen).
Her best friend will be a Black Orphington named Oprah.
Other notable names that didn’t make the cut:
From BaldwinP a very long list of chicken dishes including A la King, Kiev, Tikka and Vindaloo. BaldwinP had lots of Fonzes (yes, I think the Fonz should be a proper noun), but I couldn’t figure out for which name. So sorry BaldwinP, you lose. DidacticTactics thought Dix (as in Dixie Chicks) would be a great name so we could have lots of dick jokes. I have to agree and my husband thought it was a most excellent idea — maybe the next batch of birds. Someone who clearly doesn’t know me well suggested Justice Ginsberg; aside from the fact she physically resembles a bird, that name would never do at chez momof3.
Of course, if I ever get a rooster it will be named DearBrutus as he has a big cock as he proudly told us all. However in my experience, those who crow the most about their size tend to have {ahem} performance issues.
*A special thank you goes to my 10-year old daughter Megan who snagged most of the chicks for me before school today so I could photograph them. Although she will never read this post and thank you due to all the cock references.