The Mother's Day Chickens:




Today was supposed to be normal. Mother's Day picnic...coffee, you know. 2 o'clock we went over to a park right outside our town. It was beside a creek, and had many wonderful oak trees. After choosing a table, I went to work cooking hot dogs. 30 minutes later we were sitting, sipping lemonade and enjoying the breeze. It was a beautiful day; blue, warm, and was slightly breezy. Then, I heard the squacking.
Two children were chasing around a pair of chickens. Buff Orpington, Barred Rock. I knew enough to know that they were both large fowl, young, and skinny. They were emaciated, hungry, and thirsty. I walked up to the people standing by them and asked, "Are these your chickens?" They shook their head no, and that's when I decided that I was going to catch them.
I managed to get the Barred Rock before the Buff Orpington scrambled away towards the water. The area around the creek was thick with brambles and thorns. After about fifteen-twenty minutes my mother came down and pushed her towards me on the path. I lunged, wrapped my arms around her, and tripped my way back down. Everyone was congratulating me on catching her, and I took the praise with exhaustion. Talk about a rewarding outcome, though. We fed them some watermelon and bread, whilst finishing up the picnic.
My mother and I agree that we are going to rehab these guys. Both seem pretty tame, and will sit in your lap. We're not sure whether to keep them or not, but I am leaning towards keeping. My father had been talking about egg chickens, although we have bantams. Has anybody had any experience with introducing large fowl chickens to bantams?
Today was supposed to be normal. Mother's Day picnic...coffee, you know. 2 o'clock we went over to a park right outside our town. It was beside a creek, and had many wonderful oak trees. After choosing a table, I went to work cooking hot dogs. 30 minutes later we were sitting, sipping lemonade and enjoying the breeze. It was a beautiful day; blue, warm, and was slightly breezy. Then, I heard the squacking.
Two children were chasing around a pair of chickens. Buff Orpington, Barred Rock. I knew enough to know that they were both large fowl, young, and skinny. They were emaciated, hungry, and thirsty. I walked up to the people standing by them and asked, "Are these your chickens?" They shook their head no, and that's when I decided that I was going to catch them.
I managed to get the Barred Rock before the Buff Orpington scrambled away towards the water. The area around the creek was thick with brambles and thorns. After about fifteen-twenty minutes my mother came down and pushed her towards me on the path. I lunged, wrapped my arms around her, and tripped my way back down. Everyone was congratulating me on catching her, and I took the praise with exhaustion. Talk about a rewarding outcome, though. We fed them some watermelon and bread, whilst finishing up the picnic.
My mother and I agree that we are going to rehab these guys. Both seem pretty tame, and will sit in your lap. We're not sure whether to keep them or not, but I am leaning towards keeping. My father had been talking about egg chickens, although we have bantams. Has anybody had any experience with introducing large fowl chickens to bantams?