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Farriss Flock

Most every morning around 4:00 a.m., the roosters announce the day. First the bantam rooster, Kamikaze, with his distinctive ‘ah er ah eer’ crow, followed by E.B. (named for E.B. Farnum of Deadwood, Montana fame), second in command of the flock, with his rather standard ‘er ah er ah eeeeerr’ crow. Finally, head rooster Colonel (named after Colonel Sanders) pipes in with his shorter crow, ‘er ah eeeerrr’.

The roosters trade crows amongst each other and with the neighbor’s rooster for awhile before a silence sets in. Then they start again. That’s how the day begins here at Farriss Farm.

Kamikaze is our attack rooster! As a bantam, he's half the size of our other roosters...but he has twice the fight of any of them.

People ask: “Do you eat your chickens?”and “Are the turkeys for Thanksgiving?” The rule here at the farm is that if you have a name, you cannot be eaten. Everyone at Farriss Farm has a name.

E.B. is the only rooster in the flock whose crow sounds like what we all expect: the well known cry of "cock-a-doodle-doo."

Our mixed flock includes Brahmas, Rhode Island Reds, Red Stars, Australorps, Silver Wyandottes, White Rocks, Barred Rocks and Buff Orpingtons. 

Our chickens are pastured daily and spend the day scratching for goodies and enjoying dirt baths. The flock is secured at night to protect them from predators.

The hens give lots of fresh eggs in a variety of colors and sizes. Photo courtesy of Aran Goyoaga.

To round out our flock, we have two tom Turkeys (Tom and Turk). These guys were city boys that we rescued; we promised to provide them a safe home.

The boys run the barn yard—they break up fights between the roosters and occasionally take on the male wild peacock that visits the farm during part of the year. As the outdoor watchdogs, the boys give alarm gobbles with the approach of strangers.