We played the game of all amateur chicken keepers and played guess the gender and quite frankly, failed.I did try to photograph the chicks at various stages, but they aren’t very good at sitting still and often present me with a rear view. I did get some images though, so here’s the little chickies as they were, and now.
The Orpington Bantams
Bowie – named because I was sure she was a boy, when younger. Oops.Definitely a girl.
Silver or Birch (?!!! Must stop letting my kids name chickens!)Boy. Sadly.
Nameless Chicken (the ‘ugly’ one that I saved from near death when little)Also a boy.They’ve grown a lot, even since the above photos and the boys have started to square up to each other, which is interesting to watch. I’m waiting for them to feather out a bit more, so they look a little more handsome, then I’ll try to find them new homes.The Pekins
(Humphrey) Bogart ‘Bogie’I was positive, a boy….still am, I think…but he’s showing no characteristics of a boy and is the softest drip of a chicken, loves a sit and cuddle. He’s one of my favourites.
Chick One (yet to be named)Girl – hurrah!
Chick Two (also waiting to be named)Another girl.
So, three girls and three boys. The fourth Orpington died at a few weeks old, sadly.
It’s been a fun process hatching the eggs, but the dihlema of what to do with the boys is a problem. I did know it would be, so I am ready for it, but as we are now at our chicken maximum it’s not a process we’ll repeat again, at least, not for some years.