While Avery was with us I thought it might be fun for us to trek over to the stockyard and get some chickens. When Avery comes to visit I try to think of things to go that she doesn't get to do where she lives. I had been wanting us to get some chickens again and thought this would be a good time to go get them. It was a little bit of a trek, but I think it was worth it.
(Would you like some pepper sauce with your poultry?)
We went into the arena and watched the auctioning for about half an hour. That really felt like being in another time: the wooden folding seats, the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with manure, the hand-painted advertisements. While we were in there, the two men were auctioning off goats. I'd have loved to see the cattle being auctioned off. Maybe one day we'll all go back again.
We got a Barred Rock rooster and four hens of various varieties (is that redundant?). A Barred Rock is like a Dominecker but his comb is different. He is a big pretty thing with white and black feathers.
A failed attempt at a group shot.
Here the four are feeding the chickens scraps, trying to get them to come out of their transport kennel.
Here go Mama Bee and the four in their fannies and boots to take scraps to the chickens.