I got home one day only for my wife to tell me that the black chicken we had originally purchased had kicked the bucket. She went on to explain that she threw it in the trash can. If I ever end up missing, just look in our trash can. She didn't even put her in a plastic bag. So, we pulled her out and gave her a proper burial. Above shows the new Plymouth Barred Rock (from Newburgh, IN) and Red Star. Red is an original and is definitely the matriarch of the group. Red has even went so far as to catch a shrew/mole. I tried to get it away from her, but she would just pick it up and run away. The dogs gave chase because of the noise, but Red held them off. The shrew/mole was squealing, but she did kill it by pecking it too death. She tried to tear it apart to eat it, but I did manage to get it away from her before this could happen.
The picture above is of a Rhode Island Red that came from Newburgh, IN. She is the youngest of the group and has yet to start laying.
The best looking one is the Ameraucana which my father-in-law and I drove to Centertown, KY to retrieve. The first couple of days she hung out in the garage with me. Saws, drills, etc. didn't phase her a bit. In the background is the new chicken coop I built in order to give the chickens more room. It essentially matches the garage in color and design.
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