Red Wicket Market Farm is a small farm 25 minutes from downtown Columbus, Ohio, near Slate Run Metropark. Breeding Black Ameraucanas and Black Copper Marans to the Standard of Perfection, as well as some Olive Eggers just for fun.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

There's a New Sheriff in Town...

An interesting thing happened this week. I went into the hen house just around dusk to close the chickens' door and count birds as I always do, and I couldn't find Bruce. Usually he's in the center on the top row of perches--the prime spot--as befitting his status as Alpha Roo. But he wasn't there.


I looked and looked, and couldn't find him. I was just about to go get a flashlight and look for him when I spotted him--on the lowest row of perches, toward an edge, tucked in with some hens. I was worried about him. Was he sick? Hurt? And then I noticed Blue.

Blue was sitting in Bruce's spot. He was sitting very tall, and very proudly. And Bruce had a broken tail feather. So sometime this week, Blue must have decided to challenge Bruce for the top spot, and won. It was a bloodless coup, and if I hadn't seen the birds' body language, I would never have known it happened. The King is beaten. Long reign the King!


Long Reign the King!
Don't feel TOO badly for Bruce. He's scheduled to be put in the breeding pen with a small flock of hens next week, so he'll have his own flock all to himself for a few weeks. And we'll have chicks from all three of our roosters this spring.

I can't wait for spring--I'm dreaming of sprouting seeds and hatching chicks. Are you done with winter, too?

Bruce and a daughter