It started for me a long time ago, down in Tennessee on my great uncle's farm. They had chickens everywhere, wild things. Bantams and game birds. They were joking around, and told me, "If you can catch it, you can keep it".
Some 7 hours later, I proudly presented a little black Bantam hen I managed to corner up against the old tobacco barn. They laughed some more, and said "Well what good is one 'lil 'ol hen going to do you?" So the next morning my parents took me to the flea market and bought me two chicks to go with her. Drove them back to Ohio, chopped thelegs off the empty rabbit hutch, and made them a house. Added more. And some more. Got an incubator. I was home schooled, so it was a great hobby and learning experience.
Taught my cattle dog to herd them. That was... hilarious. The roosters would bicker with her, she would drop down and try to make them move. They took it as a fight, and dropped their heads down too. Meanwhile the rest scattered again. So to make the dog feel better, I would call them with feed so that they were nicely grouped together the way she liked.
Then I grew up, moved out. Tried to have a Bantam pair as house pets, felt bad they couldn't free range all the time. Then my husband joined the Army... no chickens for awhile. I came back early from Germany to start on getting situated back in the US, got some chickens while staying at my dad's house. Moved again. Moved again. Moved again.
Finally out of the army, in a nice suburban house, and the first thing did was build a proper coop and get more chickens. Mainly as pets, but eggs are cool too. Now I'm teaching my Beauceron pup to herd them, since the Shepherds are too prey driven to be much use.
When we move out to acreage I'll start a breeding program and have roosters. Maybe re-learn how to eat them. I managed to do it with 3 hateful roosters when I was younger. They had attacked me first though.
Some 7 hours later, I proudly presented a little black Bantam hen I managed to corner up against the old tobacco barn. They laughed some more, and said "Well what good is one 'lil 'ol hen going to do you?" So the next morning my parents took me to the flea market and bought me two chicks to go with her. Drove them back to Ohio, chopped thelegs off the empty rabbit hutch, and made them a house. Added more. And some more. Got an incubator. I was home schooled, so it was a great hobby and learning experience.
Taught my cattle dog to herd them. That was... hilarious. The roosters would bicker with her, she would drop down and try to make them move. They took it as a fight, and dropped their heads down too. Meanwhile the rest scattered again. So to make the dog feel better, I would call them with feed so that they were nicely grouped together the way she liked.
Then I grew up, moved out. Tried to have a Bantam pair as house pets, felt bad they couldn't free range all the time. Then my husband joined the Army... no chickens for awhile. I came back early from Germany to start on getting situated back in the US, got some chickens while staying at my dad's house. Moved again. Moved again. Moved again.
Finally out of the army, in a nice suburban house, and the first thing did was build a proper coop and get more chickens. Mainly as pets, but eggs are cool too. Now I'm teaching my Beauceron pup to herd them, since the Shepherds are too prey driven to be much use.
When we move out to acreage I'll start a breeding program and have roosters. Maybe re-learn how to eat them. I managed to do it with 3 hateful roosters when I was younger. They had attacked me first though.