4 ever Orpington
Mr.& Mrs Orpington
I know, I know. This isn't a 12-step program for chicken lovers. Far from it. I am new to this site however, and I suppose I should introduce myself. My real name is Brenda. My husband had a small flock, if that's what you can call it, about 9 years ago. We had about 6 banties in the city and half of them turned out to be Roos. I have to admit, I wasn't very fond of the banties. You know when you tell someone that has small dogs, that you are a big dog kind of person... it's like that. They have a very different vibe to them. Almost like they vibrate on a much higher frequency and it makes me sooo uncomfortable. And not to mention, they are tiny. I'm always afraid I would break one. So anyway, we didn't have chickens for quite some time. Then this last August, my husband informs me that he ordered about 30 baby chicks. Surprise! It was love at first sight. We got Rhode Island Reds, Buff Orpingtons, Barred Rocks, Silver Laced Wyondottes and two brown/Danish Leghorn cockerels. Turned out that two of the reds and one of the buffs were cockerels too and that is OK. We gave one of the reds to a friend that wanted one and I found a family for one of the leghorns that was getting bullied. But the Buff. Oh! The buff. If you could bottle happiness or describe a personality as pure sunshine, that would be our Buffy. We thought she was a she, until one day... POOF! She's a he. So Buffy is now kind of Biff. Last night something happened and Biff got injured (broken leg, above the knee) and I'm literally killing time looking at websites while I wait to take him to the vet. Yes, this chicken is that important to us. No soup for this boy. So I have ran across this site a few times and every time I see it, it is full of great advice. So today I took the plunge and decided to join y'all. Yay me. That's my story. It's all I got.