The other ladies are a bit rattled, but otherwise OK. Egg production is down, but picking up again. We found a small breach at the base of the coop, a place where a single strand of wire had rusted out. We can’t tell what happened for sure, but Jessica may have had her head stuck outside, or something small and agile may have come in. It’s tough to be a chicken.

For any of you who don’t know me, I am not heartless. I am sad she died, but if you keep chickens you have to put up a barrier, a clinical approach to death. They are my pets, but they die frequently and in unpleasant, messy ways. I’ve had exactly one chicken die of old age, poor old Larry, who was actually senile.

Silver linings: I only lost one. The others will benefit from more run space. She lived a relatively long chicken life. I found the hole and patched it.

Unfortunately for my legs, the cute santa hats are the same color as tomatoes. Chickens LOVE tomatoes, so I had six hens attacking my legs, trying to extract tomato juice from my pajamas. 30 second later I escaped, but not before I had 6 painful welts (”chicken hickies”) all over my lower legs.

Moral: Do not wear monkey santa hat pants in the chicken coop.

Now I change water once a day, and they have ice-free liquid all day. Definitely worth the $25.99!

So, I may need to take someone up on the many kind offers to foster the girls. Alternatively, I can live a life of crime and keep my illegal flock. This is unfamiliar territory for me, law-abiding citizen that I am. Who polices the chickens? Will I be fined? Will I go to jail? And, how do you broach the subject?
(”So person so-and-so in authority, if I did theoretically decide to break the law and keep chickens, what would happen to me?”)

Anyway, the big, wonderful news is: Metro Planning Commission Approves Plan to Drop Nashville’s Poultry Prohibition. The plan still needs approval from Metro Council, but I am feeling pretty confident that this will pass. I was shocked at how many other illegal chicken owners and their neighborhood supporters showed up last night. Kudos!

From Today's Tennessean

Jenny Upchurch from the Tennessean wrote an article titled: Urban chicken coops spark Nashville zoning conflict.

I am worried that our beautiful hens will have to go, but on the other hand, someone had to advocate for them!

Our friend Tim Moses brought his daughter to meet our Brahmas at the old house.

Brahmas are extremely gentle. Ours seem only mildly annoyed when our 5-year-old chases them around the yard. When she does manage to grab an unsuspecting hen, the bird will sit quietly until the petting session is over.

The American Poultry Association publishes the American Standard of Perfection. The AMA recognizes three varieties of brahma:  light, buff and dark. We have light and dark. Our hens will weight 8 – 10 pounds when full-grown. When they are a about 5 months old they will lay large brown eggs. We can expect about 140 eggs per bird, per year.  You can tell a Brahma by its yellow skin and pea comb. They have small wattles and feathered feet and toes. Their size and feathers make them hardy in cold weather — winter can be chilly in Nashville and as long as they have water they will do just fine.

Jessica, pictured below behind the white crested black polish, is my new favorite. She’s in her “awkward teenage” stage of development. You can see her plumage starting to fill out, but she’ll be even prettier in a few months.

Jessica, standing behind Crowded Place