On October 4, 2008 we traveled with our granddaughters to CETA Foundation Ranch in Vacaville, CA to pick out our first chickens. Emily picked a Naked Neck and named her Judge Judy. Michael and I picked chickens, named them Nancy Grace and Paula Deen. Both turned out to be cockerels and had to be re-homed. Amanda picked a little Cinnamon Queen who we named Martha Stewart.
We called our “girls” the Celebrity Chicks and had this little coop and run all ready for them when we brought them home.
Michael and Martha.
Me and Martha.
Amanda and Martha.
Emily and Martha. I don’t know who was less happy.
Amanda remained fond of Martha and Martha remained fond of being picked up and held. Maybe not by Emily (see picture above)
Martha learned to roost with her friends.
Martha and her friends loved to hang out in the rain.
Some of her best friends had four legs. She liked them better than they liked her I think.
Martha loved to frustrate the goat boys by laying eggs in their feeder.
She loved to frustrate me by laying eggs in the hay loft.
She loved to peck in the grass for bugs with her friends.
She loved picnics.
She loved warm oatmeal on a cold, rainy day.
Martha loved working in the compost bin.
Martha and her friends always thought the grass was greener on the other side of the fence.
They occasionally escaped to find out. This break-out, lead by Judge Judy, had me on the run.
Michael took a more laid back approach to the mayhem.
Sometimes you just have to laugh and hope no one ends up in the pool (again).
Martha was just a Cinnamon Queen, bred for egg laying. But she was so much more than that to us. She was a beautiful chicken.
Well, not always beautiful.
Martha Stewart lived more than five wonderful years with us, which for a hatchery bird is a good, long life. She had everything a chicken could want or need. But, for everything we gave her, she gave us double in return. Our sweet Martha passed away peacefully yesterday in a warm, safe nest box, surrounded by her friends and family. Rest in peace Martha.