We got our first mallard 4 years ago. Found him while fishing the day after a terrible storm at about 2 days old. There were no ducks or nests anywhere. Ended up taking him home and raising him with our goslings. When he grew up and tried mating with one of the geese we decided it was time to...
We started out with 3 birds (my profile pic). Most of our birds we got for egg production, egg color, friendliness, appearance, and general hardiness/health. Currently we have leghorns, silver laced and gold laced wyandottes, delawares, gold necked game hens, barred rock, cuckoo marans...
Welcome to the wonderful world of raising chickens! I started out with just the 3 in my profile pic, but have since multiplied a little. I have 75 that are permanent fixtures, and about 30 on the sidelines being raised for others. We have chickens, geese, ducks, guineas, quail and pigeons. Our...
All my sex links (gold and black) are now 3 years old and still laying 5 eggs a week. They are the first girls to greet visitors (checking to see if anyone brought treats!) and will gladly sit with us when we sit outside with our coffee. They've never been sick or had any health issues. Their...
Our guinea is the same way. We raised him with the chicks, held him as much as we held them, but regardless he is not "cuddly" like the chickens are. My 15 year old is the only one that can catch him whenever she wants, and he actually sleeps in her arms. She strokes his chin under his wattles...
I was totally unprepared for the very early flying part and had to learn the hard way. I currently clip my guineas wings as he would frequently fly into neighbors yards and we were afraid he was going to get attacked by the many dogs living around us. I would never suggest someone clips their...
YES!! Raven can hear the back door open and is just POSITIVE we have some tasty morsel for her to taste-test and has to inspect anything we are holding. They actually "knock" at the back door to be let in sometimes. The first time was a tad disturbing, hearing someone knocking at the back door...