I came home from work early this afternoon to spend some time with my flock. (And hoping for first eggs since the oldest are 18 weeks old this week.) All afternoon, the sicilian buttercup has been gasping for air, kind of like she's going to bawk, but little sound comes out...
Brooder A has a Cuckoo Marans. The 5-week old chick towers her Black Australorp sister, hatched the same day/week.
Brooder B has three 3-week old French Marans. ALL of them are already bigger than the 4-week old welsummer, blue andalusian, barred rock and turken.
Normal? Just curious...
UPDATE - SHE MADE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT AND AS OF THIS MORNING, SHE SEEMS FINE. CHEEPING, EATING, AND POOED ON THE PAPER TOWEL.
Would still appreciate any feedback if anyone knows what that was all about. Thanks!
I WISH I was kidding.
Please help - the title says it...
On my way home from work yesterday, my car somehow ended up in the feed store parking lot. Fifteen minutes later, I had spent the last of my mad money for the week and was on my home with a box of chicks. First time I'd ever done anything without my husband's permission and/or knowledge.
I had a sinking feeling when I noticed a feather about 20 yards out from reaching the run this morning.
When I got to the door, there were 6 very still 8-week old ladies looking at me. No one was moving. No one was cheeping.
I looked into the cardboard box I had lying in the run, thinking the...
So my chickens are CHICKENS. Every time I reach into the brooder to clean their water, fill their food, etc. they run for the corner and smash their faces against the seam of the box. All 8 of them. It's almost like they're convinced I'm going to kidnap them.
Here's a photo of them from last...
Hi folks -
I've noticed that quite a few of us have blogs. I'm new here and would love to read up on some... is there already a directory? If not - would ya mind dropping a note with a link to your blog? I have all weekend to read...
We've done so much chicken research and BYC forum lurking that I "almost" feel like I'm ready to take on these little ladies... which we just picked up this afternoon.
From left to right, Row 1: Silver Laced Wyandotte, Turken, Buff Orpington and Ameraucana
From left to right...
I grew up with three hens and a rooster.
Now, as an adult, I've convinced my husband that having chickens is a "good idea." We plan to stage an area in our yard this weekend - and build the coop ourselves.
We're picking up 4 (or 6) chicks next week from the local Wagon Train...