Anyone have luck catching a feral chicken?? UPDATE: Rooster caught, no hen

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I feel so awkward, I don't garden, don't do any canning, and became an accidental chicken owner. I also became a reluctant parakeet owner, but like one of my kids said, when it comes to animals, if it has a heart beat, I'll fall in love with it. But, considering the only thing you need to be in a flock is something in common, and my kids are beginning to think that I'm becoming a crazy chicken lady... I guess this is a good place for me. :plbb

Don't apologise, we love having you on board. I don't bake, crochet or paint anymore but just being able to share the joy and hardships in raising a flock of 1 or more is just fine.

I used to have a green thumb, but I think I dropped it somewhere. Probably in the hole where I planted tomatoes that a big giant beautiful catepillar ate and left. He didn't even bother to make his cacoon in the garden. Lol

The tomatoes and tomatillos that grew in the spring were gifts of some birds flying by. LOL
 
I do have one perk to the whole egg thing. I know what Gurtrude sounds like when she is actually laying her egg, so I've gotten really good at catching eggs. Basically, she will lay them in my hand. They don't get any fresher than that. :clap

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Gurtrude, with Lizbeth in the background, free ranging in kitchen and waiting for goodies. They already had their crickets and jumbo meal worms, and are waiting to see what else they're gonna get. When they decide they're done roaming, they come over and hop up on me for some attention. I trim their nails and file their beaks, and make sure they have plenty of opportunities to do chicken stuff. I even make sure they get dandelions, walking around the yard looking for the best leaves, and plan to have a dandelion garden for them next year.

Craziest thing is that my husband has no issues with them living in the house, and treats their free range time in the kitchen as if they were a couple of family dogs hanging out waiting for us to give them food. He doesn't even complain about the poop that splats on the floor :hmm.
 
Craziest thing is that my husband has no issues with them living in the house, and treats their free range time in the kitchen as if they were a couple of family dogs hanging out waiting for us to give them food. He doesn't even complain about the poop that splats on the floor :hmm.
Wow Keep him he is Precious .
 
Mmmm apple pie

I do have one perk to the whole egg thing. I know what Gurtrude sounds like when she is actually laying her egg, so I've gotten really good at catching eggs. Basically, she will lay them in my hand. They don't get any fresher than that. :clap

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Gurtrude, with Lizbeth in the background, free ranging in kitchen and waiting for goodies. They already had their crickets and jumbo meal worms, and are waiting to see what else they're gonna get. When they decide they're done roaming, they come over and hop up on me for some attention. I trim their nails and file their beaks, and make sure they have plenty of opportunities to do chicken stuff. I even make sure they get dandelions, walking around the yard looking for the best leaves, and plan to have a dandelion garden for them next year.

Craziest thing is that my husband has no issues with them living in the house, and treats their free range time in the kitchen as if they were a couple of family dogs hanging out waiting for us to give them food. He doesn't even complain about the poop that splats on the floor :hmm.
Egg catching? That's some talent!
And that hubby is a keeper for sure!
 
I do have one perk to the whole egg thing. I know what Gurtrude sounds like when she is actually laying her egg, so I've gotten really good at catching eggs. Basically, she will lay them in my hand. They don't get any fresher than that. :clap

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Gurtrude, with Lizbeth in the background, free ranging in kitchen and waiting for goodies. They already had their crickets and jumbo meal worms, and are waiting to see what else they're gonna get. When they decide they're done roaming, they come over and hop up on me for some attention. I trim their nails and file their beaks, and make sure they have plenty of opportunities to do chicken stuff. I even make sure they get dandelions, walking around the yard looking for the best leaves, and plan to have a dandelion garden for them next year.

Craziest thing is that my husband has no issues with them living in the house, and treats their free range time in the kitchen as if they were a couple of family dogs hanging out waiting for us to give them food. He doesn't even complain about the poop that splats on the floor :hmm.

You see ...

I dubb the 'Chicken Whisperer'

Beautiful hens!
 
I feel so awkward, I don't garden, don't do any canning, and became an accidental chicken owner. I also became a reluctant parakeet owner, but like one of my kids said, when it comes to animals, if it has a heart beat, I'll fall in love with it. But, considering the only thing you need to be in a flock is something in common, and my kids are beginning to think that I'm becoming a crazy chicken lady... I guess this is a good place for me. :plbb

Girl. Please. You don't have to be Martha Stewart to be on here. You just have to love chickens.

My only other vaguely homesteading quality is that I make my own soap. But I don't can, pickle, spin yarn from my sheep's or whatever wool or fur, or dye things from beet juice. Not that there's anything wrong with any of that! And I think if or when there's a zombie apocalypse, BYCers will be the most prepared group on the planet, lol.

You just have to be a crazy chicken person. Which appears to be any person who owns chickens. So you are it. YAAASS QUEEN!!!
 

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