I wasn't sure where to post this. I decided here, despite this thread being old, because it's the one that saved my hen.
Saturday, after a week of late nights at school (I'm a full-time grad student), I was out with the chickens letting them get some much-needed outdoor time and I noticed the...
What a shame. At this rate, we'll never find any help with our addiction.
In related news: My husband is an enabler. He not only loved my idea of getting more chicks, he actually agreed with my logic of needing to have four of the Sex Links, since we have four each of the other two breeds...
Boo to psycho neighbors. Thankfully, our area is zoned residential and agriculture. Besides, our neighbors have a cow and peacocks, besides chickens. So we're good.
I did notice, though, that your limit is 2 but you have 3.
See, I knew everyone here would understand! It's funny. I managed to just get two . . . and now I wish I had picked up four. With the exception of my EE, I have four pullets of each type. I should have kept that number going.
So . . . maybe I should go back for two more tomorrow! Yes?
My 10 babies turned two weeks old yesterday. I'm amazed at how huge they are. We had to expand their brooder and I'm getting worried that they'll be the size of horses before we get their coop done. So, what do I do today? Yep, I got more chickens!
A localish hardware store had a sign that...
Our chicks, who will be all of two weeks old tomorrow, have outgrown their brooder. My DH was revamping it, so I put the babies temporarily in an old dog kennel. It's not one of the plastic ones, but the kind with metal barring. The bars are about 1.5 inches wide, so I figured it would contain...
Good hubby! My DH was interested and supported, but not caught up with all my chicken plans. We've had the babies here less than a week and he's totally smitten. He had me take photos of him with the chicks yesterday. He sits and talks with them every day and is already talking about when we get...
It seems an eternity since I ordered my ten chicks from My Pet Chicken. At long last, the phone call from the post office came in at 7:10 this morning. I drove there with much trepidation. A neighbor's dog mauled my beloved cat to death last week, and I wasn't sure how well I'd handle any more...