I have a secret to share.......
Six months ago, I thought you chicken people were weird.
See, the back story is, I am a hard-nosed, big tough guy (ie:325lb prison guard, fighter). I bought six chickens simply to get cheap eggs and to appease my desire to be a little more self sufficient. I would read your postings about your "babies" and your "girls" and scoff.
I would smirk as I read your stories about spending hours watching your flock, and the joy you got hand feeding them or just watching them scratch and peck. And as for heart ache over a sick chick...come on, its just a chicken, buy another!
Well.......I must apologize...
This big guy now gets it 100%...I have fallen for six of the cutest featherd friends God has created. I love watching my girls peck in the yard, scratch in thier bedding and I now get more pleasure in hand feeding them crickets than I do watching Ultimate Fighting!
What the heck happened!
I now an an un-ashamed chicken father and I love my flock. I once thought that the second a hen was done laying, it was into the pot and off to the feed store to buy another chick. Now...i'm thinking I will let the old ladies live out their stay. Dont get me wrong, I know I may have "put one down" in the case of injury or disease, and I have no doubt I could put one in the pot if we needed the food, but no longer do I treat them with a sense of detachment.
This chicken raising has taken ahold.....
I cant wait until I can post pics!
Jim
Six months ago, I thought you chicken people were weird.
See, the back story is, I am a hard-nosed, big tough guy (ie:325lb prison guard, fighter). I bought six chickens simply to get cheap eggs and to appease my desire to be a little more self sufficient. I would read your postings about your "babies" and your "girls" and scoff.
I would smirk as I read your stories about spending hours watching your flock, and the joy you got hand feeding them or just watching them scratch and peck. And as for heart ache over a sick chick...come on, its just a chicken, buy another!
Well.......I must apologize...
This big guy now gets it 100%...I have fallen for six of the cutest featherd friends God has created. I love watching my girls peck in the yard, scratch in thier bedding and I now get more pleasure in hand feeding them crickets than I do watching Ultimate Fighting!
What the heck happened!
I now an an un-ashamed chicken father and I love my flock. I once thought that the second a hen was done laying, it was into the pot and off to the feed store to buy another chick. Now...i'm thinking I will let the old ladies live out their stay. Dont get me wrong, I know I may have "put one down" in the case of injury or disease, and I have no doubt I could put one in the pot if we needed the food, but no longer do I treat them with a sense of detachment.
This chicken raising has taken ahold.....
I cant wait until I can post pics!
Jim