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Lol sorry to trigger a chicken math attack. I both look forward too and fear that day that I have a property with several acres, I'll be ear-deep in chickens.
update coming soon. Sorry about the delay, life got busy!
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Lol sorry to trigger a chicken math attack. I both look forward too and fear that day that I have a property with several acres, I'll be ear-deep in chickens.
update coming soon. Sorry about the delay, life got busy!
No worries! That's what happens when the sizzling summer hits.
As the oppressively hot month of July marched on, we all donned our lightest clothing, and lamented the loss of our soggy spring; which we had been cursing just weeks before.
Our poor older chickens put up with our various newbie efforts to cool them down, including one episode with the hose that left everyone involved quite preturbed (and we learned that mad wet hens are no old-wives tale). After learning to buy an extra water dispenser, and pack it with ice-cubes in the morning, both humans and chickens were much relieved.
And now the girls could get down to the business of laying. Our first was Drusilla at 18 weeks, followed closely by Carmelita, Darla, and then Ophelia at her 17 weeks. We were over the moon with happiness, and inordinately proud of our chickens for just doing what chickens do. Here is Darla and Carmelita's first eggs, with Carmelita keeping a close eye on them.
Our little half-chickens were growing fast as well, feathering out their little feet, and being generally adorable.
Mumbles
Peanut
In the meantime, we also learned that our adorable, cuddly, funny, and docile big girls were actually bloodthirsty little dinosaurs.
This revelation developed on a very sunny and laid back Saturday, when I was keeping the house windows open to let the air in. I was in the middle of some housework when all of the sudden I heard a loud commotion in the backyard. With visions of murderous raccoons and evil dogs running through my head, I ran to the back-door, ready to leap to the defense of my poor defenseless chickens!
What I found instead was all of my chickens grouped around a sparrow that they had somehow managed to grab out of the trees, intently trying to kill it. I was floored at the sight, even though I had seen my chickens chase sparrows out of the yard before, I never in my wildest dreams thought they'd actively try to kill one! I broke up the rabble, and scooped up the hapless little sparrow in a towel, wrapping it and covering it's eyes so it wouldn't hurt itself by struggling. The poor thing just sat in stunned silence, clearly wondering if it was currently experiencing it's little sparrow afterlife. I reassured it that sparrow afterlife probably didn't include a living room and kitchen, and promptly prepared a little recovery box for it, as it only looked traumatized, not injured.
Our evil yard invader:
Thankfully, the little invader recovered by morning, and I was able to release him with no issues. I imagine that he is now a prominant figure in the sparrow community, having seen the afterlife and all. I can only hope that he will report heaven to be fairly clean and well kept.
Life returned back to normal for a few days, then suddenly out of the blue....... another e-mail from Kathy!