Crazypigchick
In the Brooder
Morning from chilly, windy Ohio.
I'm seven months into chickens, after two years of trying to prepare and educate myself. What I've learned? I'd been better off building a coop with all the chicken books instead of reading them. Nothing beats jumping in full and just start grubbing around in it. The birds teach me more than a book can.
That said, I'm still completely ignorant. I'm a hog girl with a couple useless college degrees. Chickens? Clueless. We just stare at each other like aliens. They're fat, no one's died, I get piles of eggs and giggles; calling it a win so far. It hasn't been without a whole bunch of tears and a smidgen of bloodshed, though.
Soooo, I'm crawling in here, the lowly dingbat, looking for golden nuggets of brilliance.
Thanks a gazillion.
I'm seven months into chickens, after two years of trying to prepare and educate myself. What I've learned? I'd been better off building a coop with all the chicken books instead of reading them. Nothing beats jumping in full and just start grubbing around in it. The birds teach me more than a book can.
That said, I'm still completely ignorant. I'm a hog girl with a couple useless college degrees. Chickens? Clueless. We just stare at each other like aliens. They're fat, no one's died, I get piles of eggs and giggles; calling it a win so far. It hasn't been without a whole bunch of tears and a smidgen of bloodshed, though.
Soooo, I'm crawling in here, the lowly dingbat, looking for golden nuggets of brilliance.
Thanks a gazillion.
