I have always loves chickens.....to decorate with. Have collected them for years. They are everywhere in my kitchen. But I have never lived anywhere that was not on a 'block'. Four years ago I remarried after 20 years being divorced...I know...what was I thinking?
Now I live out in the country, up on a little mountain and I love it. There was an old dog run out back that I have talked about putting quail in because there seems to be a real shortage of quail here. We talked casually about chickens a few times and drove to the chicken swap several times and talked to the folks there. Then one weekend in the spring my husband said he was thinking about driving up to Atwoods in Clarksville to look at the baby chicks. We brought home 30.....and no brooder. We set them up in a cardboard box and looked round for something to put them in. Ended up with the liner for a pick up truck that was in the woods out back.
Fast forward and this week I have gotten at least a dozen eggs every day. We don't have as many chickens because we bought straight run and had to finally get realistic and send some to freezer camp. Now I have 19...a BO and his flock and a BR and his future flock in quarantine, one big coop and run, a second run with a temp coop and a new coop by next weekend. In time for the girls to be coming out of quarantine.
I can spend hours out there watching them peck. There is joy in coming around the corner and the BR seeing me first as always and starting to chatter...I believe he is telling everyone that I am on my way. Then the whole bunch start chattering. I love the eggs....a little gift each one.
I do believe that we all need to get more self sufficient. We also have two hogs we are growing out. One to take to the packing house and one to have bred. We are working on clearing out the woods behind the house and plan on goats or mini cattle.
Those who ask how can you eat your pets I say because I know where they have been, how they were raised and what they were fed. I can it seems eat them. But first I want them to have a great life.
I am in my late 50's and I love having chickens in my life. Even at 430 in the morning when the rooster that is 20 feet from by bedroom window starts to crow....is there a better sign that you are in the country than a rooster crowing? I don't think so.
And thank goodness for BYC and the wonderful people here who answer countless questions, over and over and help us understand how to take care of the animals that we have grown to love.