I don't really know what the joke was behind this. But I decided to name one of every species of birds on the farm, Bjork.
Now, one thing that happens when I name a chicken, is it tends to get granted a pardon from any meat processing, or end of laying culling, and they get to live as long as they want. That being said, the last hen I named, Friend Bird, well, I know she's too old to be laying anymore, but I haven't seen her in a few days, and I wonder if the coyotes got her.
Anyhow, I present to you, my Bjorks
|Bjork, the mallard hen duck. It's hard to get photos, but here she is with her mallard drake friend.|
|Bjork, the guinea. She is seen here with a chicken I call "Fluffernutter"|
|Bjork, the turkey hen. She didn't want her photo taken.|
|Bjork, the chicken. Someone gave her to me, and she's super friendly, but I have no idea what breed she is.|