rmickelson44
In the Brooder
I am glad to be on here. Its nice to see others share the same interest as me. I have a total of 7 chickens. 2 that are laying and 5 that are about 3 days old. My flock consists of a Rhode Island Red, Buff Orpington, ( my 2 that are laying ) an Ameraucana, Isa Brown(2), Barred Rock, and a Black Australorp. I had chickens growing up and just really enjoy the time I spent with them. I am now trying to share my fun with my 4 children which is very hard in this day and age. Not to long ago I saved a chicken, a Rhode Island Red out of the middle of the street. 4 lanes of traffic and this poor panting chicken stuck in the middle of it all. None the less I stopped all traffic opened my van door grabbed her and put her in my van. Best thing I could have ever done. I don't know how she got there but upon further inspection I noticed she was missing the top part of her beak. When I got home I cleaned out my shed and put her in there. As I went to go get hay and things she may need I was thinking what am I going to do with her. When I got back home and got here settled she was still panting. I got her all set up and just let her be for the night. The next 2 morning I just let her run around my yard not sure if she would stay in the yard.
But she did. I have a 115 lbs pit bull who she took control of in the 3 days she was getting use to her new home. They were BFF'S from day 1. On the 4th day she thanked me by laying an egg. And everyday after that she blessed me with a egg a day sometimes surprising me with 2. Her name was Ginger. And she was the best thing that could have happened to me and my kids. She passed 3 years later. I enjoyed her so much that I believe having chickens is good for the soul. And she showed me that.
But she did. I have a 115 lbs pit bull who she took control of in the 3 days she was getting use to her new home. They were BFF'S from day 1. On the 4th day she thanked me by laying an egg. And everyday after that she blessed me with a egg a day sometimes surprising me with 2. Her name was Ginger. And she was the best thing that could have happened to me and my kids. She passed 3 years later. I enjoyed her so much that I believe having chickens is good for the soul. And she showed me that.