- Apr 8, 2014
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Hi all, new chicken mom. I've wanted chickens FOREVER and I get really bugged when people tell me it's "so hip right now" (I know what you're trying to say). What can you do, some people get it and some people think I'm nuts.
Right now I have six five week old chicks in the back porch and I want them outside. Out out out. Have to finish the coop first though, and it's kind of chilly still (40s at night, frost danger not over 'til mid-May!), but they are no longer little fluff balls. They are livestock and livestock doesn't belong in the house. I think I can get them outside by the weekend if I hustle.
I really hope my chickens never get injured, because I've seen these pictures and let me tell you - bumblefoot surgery? Poking a prolapsed vent back in? I'm not feeling up to that all just yet. Maybe after the "newbie cooties" wear off. I did have one poopy chick bottom that I think was pasted... it was my first time looking at chick bottoms. Fingers crossed people.
I also feel like I could eat my birds, if they stop laying or become 'problem' animals. I gave them names, I'm not sure why that automatically means you couldn't eat them. But I only have room for six right now, and I don't really want to support free-loaders (when I could be raising new little fluff balls!). SO! Also feeling a little squeamish about that.
Anyway!
Daisy - B.O.
Rosie and Rue - Ameraucanas
Henrietta - barred rock
Dottie - golden laced wyandotte
Luna - blue cochin (she's actually lavender! She might be too pretty to eat.)
Henrietta was the runt, or might have just been a little younger, but now she seems to be large and in charge.
Anyway, if you're near Boulder, come see my henhouse!
Right now I have six five week old chicks in the back porch and I want them outside. Out out out. Have to finish the coop first though, and it's kind of chilly still (40s at night, frost danger not over 'til mid-May!), but they are no longer little fluff balls. They are livestock and livestock doesn't belong in the house. I think I can get them outside by the weekend if I hustle.
I really hope my chickens never get injured, because I've seen these pictures and let me tell you - bumblefoot surgery? Poking a prolapsed vent back in? I'm not feeling up to that all just yet. Maybe after the "newbie cooties" wear off. I did have one poopy chick bottom that I think was pasted... it was my first time looking at chick bottoms. Fingers crossed people.
I also feel like I could eat my birds, if they stop laying or become 'problem' animals. I gave them names, I'm not sure why that automatically means you couldn't eat them. But I only have room for six right now, and I don't really want to support free-loaders (when I could be raising new little fluff balls!). SO! Also feeling a little squeamish about that.
Anyway!
Daisy - B.O.
Rosie and Rue - Ameraucanas
Henrietta - barred rock
Dottie - golden laced wyandotte
Luna - blue cochin (she's actually lavender! She might be too pretty to eat.)
Henrietta was the runt, or might have just been a little younger, but now she seems to be large and in charge.
Anyway, if you're near Boulder, come see my henhouse!
And Welcome To BYC! Sounds like you have a pretty little flock! You do get fonder of some chickens than others, some maybe you will want to keep as pets, but just because they are named doesn't mean they have to hang around forever, one thing I have always found that people do as rather funny is call the next chicken the same name, a lot of people are on Buff Orpington Buffy #15 or so... You'll get used to treating your chickens and looking them over, why in a year you'll be having conversations you never imagined about the attributes of chicken poop, trying to identify parasites, and who knows what else. 
