Oh crap...I didn't realize that I was at the end of the thread.
I just gotta say that you OT's knocked the ball completely out of the field, time and time again. I've read through the ENTIRE thread from the beginning, and after reading this, I look at the other threads in a different light with with a grain of salt, tolerating all the knuckleheads out there, especially the Chicken Behaviors and Egg laying.
Every other thread is "WHEN WILL MY HENS START TO LAY...THEY'RE BLAH, BLAH MONTHS OLD? A Hen will start to lay when it's ready. Just like Dianna Ross and the Supremes, "You Can't Hurry Love, OH YOU JUST HAVE TO WAIT." It makes me want to throw up. Take some time to read about the breed, observe your flock, and stop throwing all the redundant crap out there.
If I wanted to adopt a 12-foot python, I would definitely do my homework before acquiring such a creature. Don't let the snake run loose in the house if you got hamsters, rabbits, small dogs and children running around the camp. Chickens are no different than those exotic creatures. Then again, not from a dangerous standpoint, but Chickens are exotic in their own right, and should be cared for and respected for what they are...another one of God's creatures that has been domesticated and cultivated to suit our needs.
I was born in 1955 and grew up on a 60+ acre farm outside of Grove City, Pennsylvania about 50 miles above Pittsburgh, and spent my first 10 years growing up there before we built our new Ranch house closer to town, about 3 miles out in the booneys still.
We had ponds and streams, forests all around the place. Strawberry/blueberry/blackberry patches and what we called "choke cherry" trees. The berries grew in clumps like grapes and would truly stain your hands and clothes. My dad drove coal truck during the day, and farmed at night on weekends planting corn, wheat, oats, plus had different gardens for sweet corn and other crops.
We had corn pickers, combines, hay baylers etc. We were actually poor by today's standard, but we survived.
We had a big chicken coop and huge barn. I can remember my Dad coming home one night after dark in a 1960 Pontiac with a trunk full of about 25 pullets and put them in the coop. I was probably about 7 years old at the time.
I can remember at times when Mom would be out there wringing chickens' necks, and us younger kids were scared, scaling up the nearest tree like monkeys avoiding all the bloody flopping around. She also did her canning outside under a wood fire in a big metal tub. I was too young at the time, being the next to the youngest of seven, but the older siblings would have to go milk the cows every morning. Mom is still feisty, at 92, trying to fight and slap the paramedics everytime they haul her to the hospital...LOL!
We even had HAY RIDES!!! So much fun during the fall of the year, with a bunch of folks piled up on that wagon with a bunch of hay, with are old Ford tractor pulling it. We even had a big dance out in our garage, I thought it was the Class of 1962, but my older sister said it was a church youth group gathering. There must have been 100 kids out there, with our old portable recordplayer playing.
Grand Dad (Pappa) and my Dad and older brothers would be in the barn slaughtering pigs...shot between the eyes with a rifle and hung up on a meat hook being guttered over a big metal tub. The meat was shared. We would then go to Grandpa's house and slaughter his hogs...the meat was still shared.
My dad and older brothers would go hunting in the fall. They brought home pheasant, squirrel, rabbit, deer. I don't think we ever did groundhog or possum.
Imagine whole hogs heads in the freezer...we had hog head cheeze, cracklin bread, or just plain cracklin by itself. I cannot remember a day of going hungry.
I may be a city slicker now (still about 12 miles out), but I will never forget my roots, and that's why I want to get some chickens to keep some memories of my past, maybe six hens max in the concrete (HOA) association where I live now.
God Bless you all who raise chickens for pets and/or entertainment, livestock, sustainability to survive and maintain some insanity. I am so ready to retire (11 months to go), but the numbers aren't crunching good right now. Please say a prayer when you can. I've worked long and hard and blessed many communities for over 40 years. --BB
Bobby Basham
Tucson, Arizona
I just gotta say that you OT's knocked the ball completely out of the field, time and time again. I've read through the ENTIRE thread from the beginning, and after reading this, I look at the other threads in a different light with with a grain of salt, tolerating all the knuckleheads out there, especially the Chicken Behaviors and Egg laying.
Every other thread is "WHEN WILL MY HENS START TO LAY...THEY'RE BLAH, BLAH MONTHS OLD? A Hen will start to lay when it's ready. Just like Dianna Ross and the Supremes, "You Can't Hurry Love, OH YOU JUST HAVE TO WAIT." It makes me want to throw up. Take some time to read about the breed, observe your flock, and stop throwing all the redundant crap out there.
If I wanted to adopt a 12-foot python, I would definitely do my homework before acquiring such a creature. Don't let the snake run loose in the house if you got hamsters, rabbits, small dogs and children running around the camp. Chickens are no different than those exotic creatures. Then again, not from a dangerous standpoint, but Chickens are exotic in their own right, and should be cared for and respected for what they are...another one of God's creatures that has been domesticated and cultivated to suit our needs.
I was born in 1955 and grew up on a 60+ acre farm outside of Grove City, Pennsylvania about 50 miles above Pittsburgh, and spent my first 10 years growing up there before we built our new Ranch house closer to town, about 3 miles out in the booneys still.
We had ponds and streams, forests all around the place. Strawberry/blueberry/blackberry patches and what we called "choke cherry" trees. The berries grew in clumps like grapes and would truly stain your hands and clothes. My dad drove coal truck during the day, and farmed at night on weekends planting corn, wheat, oats, plus had different gardens for sweet corn and other crops.
We had corn pickers, combines, hay baylers etc. We were actually poor by today's standard, but we survived.
We had a big chicken coop and huge barn. I can remember my Dad coming home one night after dark in a 1960 Pontiac with a trunk full of about 25 pullets and put them in the coop. I was probably about 7 years old at the time.
I can remember at times when Mom would be out there wringing chickens' necks, and us younger kids were scared, scaling up the nearest tree like monkeys avoiding all the bloody flopping around. She also did her canning outside under a wood fire in a big metal tub. I was too young at the time, being the next to the youngest of seven, but the older siblings would have to go milk the cows every morning. Mom is still feisty, at 92, trying to fight and slap the paramedics everytime they haul her to the hospital...LOL!
We even had HAY RIDES!!! So much fun during the fall of the year, with a bunch of folks piled up on that wagon with a bunch of hay, with are old Ford tractor pulling it. We even had a big dance out in our garage, I thought it was the Class of 1962, but my older sister said it was a church youth group gathering. There must have been 100 kids out there, with our old portable recordplayer playing.
Grand Dad (Pappa) and my Dad and older brothers would be in the barn slaughtering pigs...shot between the eyes with a rifle and hung up on a meat hook being guttered over a big metal tub. The meat was shared. We would then go to Grandpa's house and slaughter his hogs...the meat was still shared.
My dad and older brothers would go hunting in the fall. They brought home pheasant, squirrel, rabbit, deer. I don't think we ever did groundhog or possum.
Imagine whole hogs heads in the freezer...we had hog head cheeze, cracklin bread, or just plain cracklin by itself. I cannot remember a day of going hungry.
I may be a city slicker now (still about 12 miles out), but I will never forget my roots, and that's why I want to get some chickens to keep some memories of my past, maybe six hens max in the concrete (HOA) association where I live now.
God Bless you all who raise chickens for pets and/or entertainment, livestock, sustainability to survive and maintain some insanity. I am so ready to retire (11 months to go), but the numbers aren't crunching good right now. Please say a prayer when you can. I've worked long and hard and blessed many communities for over 40 years. --BB
Bobby Basham
Tucson, Arizona