This will get on topic eventually. lol
This evening after work, I was headed home to our new cottage. At the fork in our road, there was a new sign that pointed up the oposite fork that just said "pullets 1/2 mile". I took the other fork and clocked the distance. At the end of a driveway, leading into a woods was a small gravel drive with a sign that again said "pullets".
I turned up the drive. It wound slightly to the left, the in front of me appeared a VERY old, delapidated victorian home. It hadn't seen paint in many years. I noticed along the driveway, there were some raised gardens and compost piles. On the clothsline, hung some long dresses and bluejeans. The few buildings there were, were buldging with junk. The "American Pickers" dream.
It was about to storm, so it was dark in the woods, and I could see lights on inside the house. In a chair in a rear room, sat a young man (about 25 or so) playing a fiddle. The song he was playing sounded very "folky". I knocked on the door and saw him get up, bringing his fiddle with him. When he opened the door, I could see he was smiling ear to ear. "Yes" he said.
I asked, do you still have some pullets for sale. He said "sure, how many ya lookin' for"? Oh either a half dozen, or a dozen, we haven't really decided yet. "Oh sure he said, theres 'bout 40 or so out there.
What breeds to you have I asked. He said, "they are all golden buffs". Humm, I thought, I never heard of that one.
Do you have any older pullets, 4 or 5 months? I asked. A lady that appeared slightly older than the young man appeared from the kitchen. She was wearing a long dress and white apron. I felt as though I had stepped back in time. (I loved it by the way).
She said, "they all should start layin' 'bout September."
Perfect! I said. What are you asking for them. $7.00 each he replyed. Great, as soon as I get the coop done, in about a week, I will be back and buy some. Hope you still have them. "Oh, we should still have that many anyway" he said.
He gave me their phone number to call to be sure they were home when I come.
Both of them smiled constantly while they spoke, and seemed so happy with their lifestyle.
I just wanted to throw money at them and buy anything they wanted to sell. lololol
As I turned around behind the house, I could see the coops, out in the middle of a large pasture. All of the chickens were free ranging in the pasture. As I left, the young man was leaving the house, apparently headed out to pen them for the night before the storm hit.
The point of this long drawn out story is this: I have since checked Myers and found out a "golden buff" is the same as a golden comet. Is $7.00 a fair price for an older pullet? Is a golden buff a good breed to start out with? Give me some of your thoughts.
Thanks, Tim
This evening after work, I was headed home to our new cottage. At the fork in our road, there was a new sign that pointed up the oposite fork that just said "pullets 1/2 mile". I took the other fork and clocked the distance. At the end of a driveway, leading into a woods was a small gravel drive with a sign that again said "pullets".
I turned up the drive. It wound slightly to the left, the in front of me appeared a VERY old, delapidated victorian home. It hadn't seen paint in many years. I noticed along the driveway, there were some raised gardens and compost piles. On the clothsline, hung some long dresses and bluejeans. The few buildings there were, were buldging with junk. The "American Pickers" dream.
It was about to storm, so it was dark in the woods, and I could see lights on inside the house. In a chair in a rear room, sat a young man (about 25 or so) playing a fiddle. The song he was playing sounded very "folky". I knocked on the door and saw him get up, bringing his fiddle with him. When he opened the door, I could see he was smiling ear to ear. "Yes" he said.
I asked, do you still have some pullets for sale. He said "sure, how many ya lookin' for"? Oh either a half dozen, or a dozen, we haven't really decided yet. "Oh sure he said, theres 'bout 40 or so out there.
What breeds to you have I asked. He said, "they are all golden buffs". Humm, I thought, I never heard of that one.
Do you have any older pullets, 4 or 5 months? I asked. A lady that appeared slightly older than the young man appeared from the kitchen. She was wearing a long dress and white apron. I felt as though I had stepped back in time. (I loved it by the way).
She said, "they all should start layin' 'bout September."
Perfect! I said. What are you asking for them. $7.00 each he replyed. Great, as soon as I get the coop done, in about a week, I will be back and buy some. Hope you still have them. "Oh, we should still have that many anyway" he said.
He gave me their phone number to call to be sure they were home when I come.
Both of them smiled constantly while they spoke, and seemed so happy with their lifestyle.
I just wanted to throw money at them and buy anything they wanted to sell. lololol
As I turned around behind the house, I could see the coops, out in the middle of a large pasture. All of the chickens were free ranging in the pasture. As I left, the young man was leaving the house, apparently headed out to pen them for the night before the storm hit.
The point of this long drawn out story is this: I have since checked Myers and found out a "golden buff" is the same as a golden comet. Is $7.00 a fair price for an older pullet? Is a golden buff a good breed to start out with? Give me some of your thoughts.
Thanks, Tim
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