Has anyone had any luck with ordering day old chicks to imprint on a broody hen? I had ordered some eggs for my broody hen to hatch, but the company never sent them. So, after much waiting, I ended up having to order chicks. I am hoping that they will take to her as a mother, and her to them...
I have a Leghorn cross that went broody (yeah, I know, go figure!) and I'd like to have her hatch out some meat birds for me. Does anyone know where I can get some fertile Cornish eggs, or other good meat bird eggs? Thanks!
I guess I did the opposite of what you asked. I was a vegetarian for 12 years. Then, I started keeping chickens and working at a farmer's market selling produce. I met a lot of ranchers. Now, I eat meat. But I only eat animals if I knew them or if I knew who raised them. I won't eat an...
My birds love pumpkin and squash seeds. We eat so much winter squash including pumpkin that there's no way we could consume all of the seeds ourselves, so they make great chicken treats, especially in the snowy months when the birds don't have access to any fresh greens.
Really? You have chicken related programming on TV in your area? The only ones I can think of would be cooking shows, but my birds might find that traumatic! "So THAT'S what happened to our brothers!"
You feel so sorry for the brooder-raised chicks that you spend at least an hour each day pretending to be a mother hen sitting on the chicks so they can have the mock-experience of resting in a dark, cuddly, warm place like the underside of a mother hen. Ok, wait, it gets worse . . . the chicks...
Ok, so I couldn't wait to find out what you were talking about. It was too intriguing! So, I entered "Egg balance equinox" into google, and here's what I found out:
We covered ours last night too. It's supposed to warm up for the rest of the week, so I'm hoping we;ll get some more red ones off the vine, although I've been canning like crazy just to keep up! My spoiled chickens are even sick of the tomato scraps!
I haven't ever stepped on a chicken, but my dog does it all the time. It's totally his fault every time.
Now as for the cats, I seem to step on them every once in a while, and I feel pretty bad about it, but also a little frustrated that they can't learn not to dash right under my feet!
Aw, poor kid. That happened to me as a child. At the park. My Mother convinced me that the geese were trying to kiss me, but that they couldn't do it softly because they didn't have lips. I believed her. She advised me to keep my distance because the geese loved me so much, but that they...