Once You Go Black, You Never Go Back

I honestly don’t know where I came up with the feather brained idea that I needed chickens. I don’t even care for eggs, or any breakfast foods for that matter. Or as I am more famously known for my quote of “I’m not a big fan of breakfast.”
I think it came about during my research for a self-sufficient life style which is my ultimate goal. It seemed that chickens were the ultimate starter livestock, and also fitting for a small scale plot such as mine.
There are plenty of local feed and livestock stores round these parts, but none of which had what I was looking for. I needed something special, something…dark. After all I wouldn’t want my flock to feel out of place here.

Meet: The Chickerdoos

The two laying hens/Australorps
Thing One & Thing Two

The Silkie Bantams
The Oompa Loompas

The Silkie Rooster
Cockerdoo

The Runner Duck
Padme
(She doesn't have very good posture for a runner duck...)

Here is Padme in her personal "pond".

She still doesn't understand why she is the only one to go for a swim.

They are a rather entertaining flock. I always joke that the silkies are like insane asylum patients, they never really seem to know what’s going on as they bobble around the yard.

Here they are having a dust bath party in one of my garden beds. Pile o' feathers!