A Bielefelder Thread !

[Coop de Grass]

Your little rooster is simply too cute!

 

[DesertChic]

Love the Arizona sky. I love that place. I have land in Wickenburg but live in Florida. Bosch is beautiful. My little (tongue in cheek) cockerel is such a sweetheart. I was proud of him the other day, the CLs have been mean to him (he is about a week younger) but recently he has started to stand up for himself. Maybe you remember my dilemma when I couldn't get them to stop roosting on the porch in a dog crate. Well.... I finally got them to agree to sleep in a little coop. We now have a new routine, near bedtime they roost under the porch and wait. I call to them saying it is bedtime and they walk over to the coop with me. They are calm and trusting. 6 pullets and the cockerel, very cute.

Thanks for the update! I remember your story well. I'm so glad you were able to convince them that coops are good! These really are very trusting birds. It always amazes me how my other birds will scatter most of the time when I'm walking across the yard, but my Biels just stand there and stare at me, knowing I won't step on them or kick them or anything. The don't fret over the 5-gallon buckets I carry, the plastic bags from the pine bedding, or anything. They just look at me serenely as if to say, "So...what are you doing now?" while everyone else sounds the alarm of "Run for your life! Mom's doing something weird!"

 

[DesertChic]

Desertchic,

Chicken math, shmicken math!!! You should have seen his face last night when I told him that Buffy was now sitting on 12 hatching eggs. Of course I told him that I had a plan! Now he is wondering about the tax benefits of farming... not surprised, he grew up in the Adirondacks!

Your birds are gorgeous!

LOL! Yep! As soon as I told our accountant that I was raising chickens he told me to name my farm and form another LLC. And to think that all of this started with me wanting fresh eggs and a "small" garden.

 

[Coop de Grass]

I am discovering that being a member of BYC is more addictive than FaceBook...

 

[UGLYFOOT]

Sadly due to another disaster that is shipping chicks thru the USPS I have only 4 out of 11 survivors from VA. That brings my grand total up to 4 pullets and 3 cockerels. I think I will just stick with those as my starter flock. I might just have to contact Papa Brooder or the breeder in western WA (I'm sorry I have forgotten your screen name) and will have to take a road trip and either pick up eggs or chicks later this spring if they have anything available. I can maybe go on a few rock hounding adventures and make it interesting for my hubby too.

 

[cutipatooti]

Just for you I rehomed the Splash Marans and kept the black Ameraucana.  

Glad you made a decision, he is a very handsome boy.

 

[otakalhasas]

I am discovering that being a member of BYC is more addictive than FaceBook...

You got that right!!!!!

 

[Saris]

I am discovering that being a member of BYC is more addictive than FaceBook...

Yes indeedy!

 

[Bine]

Chickens are addictive. Once you can see that behind your breakfast egg is a little person that loves life, has friends and is able to communicat joy and sadness, everything changes and you begin to think about the bacon, milk, cheese and suddenly the car you drive is less importen than the food you eat and where it comes from. You begin to think about the earthworm population in your garden and discover that everytime you walk into your yard you stand on top of a hidden world full of creatures that secretly talk to your plants, negotiate the terms for supply contracts, building homes and habitats.
For non-chicken people the day you talk about your hens getting bored b/c of the rain, you get weird. How on earth can such a bird brain complain about the weather? And when you mention that you think about a plan to make your worm population happy, most people stop talking to you.
And yes I confess to live in a fairytail only that the wizzards are eathworms, the pixies are beatles and the fairys are hens.

 

[Red Banks]

Chickens are addictive. Once you can see that behind your breakfast egg is a little person that loves life, has friends and is able to communicat joy and sadness, everything changes and you begin to think about the bacon, milk, cheese and suddenly the car you drive is less importen than the food you eat and where it comes from. You begin to think about the earthworm population in your garden and discover that everytime you walk into your yard you stand on top of a hidden world full of creatures that secretly talk to your plants, negotiate the terms for supply contracts, building homes and habitats.
For non-chicken people the day you talk about your hens getting bored b/c of the rain, you get weird. How on earth can such a bird brain complain about the weather? And when you mention that you think about a plan to make your worm population happy, most people stop talking to you.
And yes I confess to live in a fairytail only that the wizzards are eathworms, the pixies are beatles and the fairys are hens.

"When I bought my farm I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes, as little did I know what sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Baking bread, canning and making jelly and jam, eating a breakfast of your own harvest and work. These activities are amazing eye openers. Eating food you produced is a grateful, rewarding experience.

Most of us are standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst.

I tramp thru the woods, enjoy the company of my chickens, feed my friends and wonder why it took me so long to come home. I have a little shop and I am gradually selling all the things that I used to think were important. The good china and dust collectors have to go, I need another coop!

Yes Bine.....I know exactly what you mean.