Okay, this will be the last post (for now anyway) with photos from the Northeastern Poultry Congress. You’ve seen my view of the show, you’ve seen my husband’s view, and now ….. it’s time to see what a 15 year old girl thinks of the poultry show.
Before we left, we gave a camera to my youngest daughter Emma and told her to go ahead and take all the photos she wanted. Many of her shots were blurred, (darn those quick moving birds) but she did manage to get a few really good shots.
Apparently, Emma likes chicken eye detail just as much as the rest of us do.
And she thinks that sleeping chickens are darling.
Tom turkeys are worthy of attention. Continue reading
Chickens are notoriously difficult to photograph. Many won’t let you get close enough, and if they do, they are always turning their heads to get a better view of you (the potential danger.) Chicken photographers know that for every good photo you got, there were at least 10 (if not more) blurry ones that needed to be deleted.
This is why poultry shows are a chicken photographer’s best friend. The bird is in a small cage which is lifted onto a table at a perfect viewing angle which stacks the odds in your favor. You are allowed to get very close and if are patient, you’ll end up getting shots like these, taken by my husband; Marc.
This past weekend, Marc, Emma, and I went to the Northeast Poultry Congress. For those of you who may be unfamiliar with Poultry shows, think Westminster Dog Show but with feathers.
I’ve been going to the show for years to meet up with co-fowl friends, as well as to see and be amazed by all the many, many different kinds of poultry. Here are just a few photos from the show – prepare to be amazed.
Yes, there is a chicken in there. Continue reading
I was going through old photos trying to find some of last year’s Maple Sugar weekend in New Hampshire for an article I’m writing and I came across this beautiful picture.
This is Alkaia. Here story is originally posted here.
Alkaia was a chick who should have never been born. The time I hatched eggs from an incubator, Alkaia was in one of the eggs. She didn’t grow as quickly as the others and she never developed an egg tooth.
In short, she wasn’t strong enough to make it out of the shell.
But she knew how to peep and call for help. And when I heard her, I came to her assistance (of course I did, that’s what a mama hen does.) With some help, I managed to pull the shell off of this little chick and released her from what would have soon been her coffin.
She was a premie. She was so very fragile. I jury-rigged a tiny chick neonatal intensive care unit for her in the incubator – a small plastic container became her crib and a few drops of water kept her from drying out.
And then I held my breath.
Alkaia barely made it through that first night. She expelled her yolk sack and didn’t have the strength to even stand.
But little by little, she got stronger. She started walking, started eating, and eventually she lived long enough and got big enough to join the others in the hen house. Continue reading