Up until now this little black chick has been called Black. But yesterday I decided to call her Mr Pink. 
There is absolutely no basis for this change other than I think this tough little chicken just might give us a lecture on tipping. Even though the wee thing is probably a girl chick. When the hatchery sends out a load of chicks they pop in a gift chick. Which is nice but now I have this teensy tiny layer in with the big white roasters. Soon I will have to take her out and then place her in a cage within the baby layers pen so she does not get beaten up. After they all get to know each other I will let her free in there. But she is so little, she will be at the bottom of the totem pole for quite some time. She is clever though, when she gets cold she buries herself deep between two fat hot roasters. She is never on the outside. Always right in the middle of her fat mobster friends. Clever Mr Pink. I guess as long as she is holding her own in there I will leave her with them. 
On the way back from her walk Poppy said Hullo to the meat chickens. They did not say Hullo back. 
Then off Sheila and Poppy went for dinner. 
Good morning. It got a little hot yesterday but the forecast is for mild and even cool weather for the next ten days. Which is good for Daisy (heat=flies) who has had no setbacks in the last few days. If we can get her repaired enough then we can cover the udder with her fancy brassiere. But not yet. We do not want that teat to be bent the wrong way. But so far so good.
The chickens came back home yesterday in their little plastic packages and they are little but tasty. Homegrown chicken is the best.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
44 responses to “mr pink”
My husband never liked eating chicken . I’ll bet his refined tAste buds would wake up if he ever tasted the real thing!
It has been quite a while since we ate our last chicken, I think that made it taste all the better. c
I did a little asking around yesterday with our neigbors who were huge pig farmers back in the day. They said a pig grows as long as it’s bones grow. But just like chickens (raised for meat or for laying) some pigs will reach their growth quickly. Others will reach it after a two years. So I was wrong that a pig will keep on growing taller. They do grow heavier, as you have found out. Boars left to their own devices (wild boars) will grow to 1,000 pounds. Most pig farmers never let a boar grow that huge. Sows can grow to 500-800 pounds–or more depending on their feed. (There again you already know all this). So the size and the weight of a pig really depends on what they were bred to be.
I’m glad I was wrong…
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
I saw a truck today that was carrying a load of hogs to slaughter. It was nothing but sad, and I thanked the heavens there are farmers like you out there.
That is good to hear .. thank you .. at the very least my pigs set forth with a belly full of beer.. c
What an amazing shot that is of “Mr. Pink” and the roasters. Capturing the eyes of the chooks so that you can really see their spirit reflected within cannot be an easy task. Glad that everything is humming along nicely on the farmy today.
Oh my goodness! I just looked up the cow brassieres and that is QUITE a contraption. 🙂 So glad someone thought of that…necessity being the mother of invention and all.
Mr. Pink, eh? What if she turns out to be a he? Will you change the name to Mrs. Pink? 🙂
What a difference a day makes. Today is much more pleasant and Max ha spent the day sleeping on the back porch. I would have joined him if the porch were a little bigger. Enjoy your afternoon, Celi.
wonderful change in temps! yesterday got a wee bit muggy.. c
“The chickens came back home yesterday in their little plastic packages…” made me giggle. And hungry.
Celi, eventually I return to comment, I hope you did not think I dropped out of the group. Blame gallivanting, a family funeral and a tummy bug. I am on the mend and home once more. I did catch up on all that has happened in my absence. Life has been eventful for you. A girly chick called Mr Pink and Bovine Lingerie!! I think I need to stick around to keep an eye on you. 😉
You told me you were going to be away for a we while so i did not worry, but I do hope that your tummy is feeling better, nothing worse than funerals while feeling poorly.. c
I am well on the mend, just need to build up my energy.
Good, keep building then.. glad you are home safe.. c
That little chick is awfully cute, whatever it turns out to be! Poppy has really grown!
What a cutie lil chicken!!!