CoopTherapy
In the Brooder
Hello.
My name is Katie (Normally wouldn't post that on a forum site, but I think I'm among friends).
I got started on chickens when I was 16, I found a Cochin chick on my grandfather's farm that I absolutely fell in love with, so I brought him home and named him Ozziy. He was my baby. We played tag, and hide and seek, he would let me hold him like a baby, and would fly to my shoulder and sit there all day if I would let him.
But, he was a rooster and I lived in the city limits, so I had to take him back to the farm, where he promptly went missing. I went to see him every weekend. I swear, he knew what day it was because on Fridays he would start acting crazy to the point where my grandpa couldn't deal with him, but calmed down once I got there.
I cried my eyes out when grandpa called and told me he went missing, I even missed school to go out to the farm and search for my feather-baby, but he was gone. No blood, no feathers, no sign of what could have happened to him.
I promised myself I was never going to have another chicken, but I found out 6 years and 30+ chickens later that I was a dirty liar.
I have Barred Rocks, Austrolorps, Buff Orpingtons, and Lavendar Ameraucunas, and some bantam mixes. I've never loved chickens more than I do now, but Ozziy still holds a place in my heart.
My newest shoulder chicken is a Barred rooster that I've named Johnny, and the jerk that doesn't like me is Circles, my lavendar rooster.
Anyhow, I'm glad to be here among my fellow chicken-people, now I can stop annoying my friends with funny stories about my chickens, I find them funny anyway.
My name is Katie (Normally wouldn't post that on a forum site, but I think I'm among friends).
I got started on chickens when I was 16, I found a Cochin chick on my grandfather's farm that I absolutely fell in love with, so I brought him home and named him Ozziy. He was my baby. We played tag, and hide and seek, he would let me hold him like a baby, and would fly to my shoulder and sit there all day if I would let him.
But, he was a rooster and I lived in the city limits, so I had to take him back to the farm, where he promptly went missing. I went to see him every weekend. I swear, he knew what day it was because on Fridays he would start acting crazy to the point where my grandpa couldn't deal with him, but calmed down once I got there.
I cried my eyes out when grandpa called and told me he went missing, I even missed school to go out to the farm and search for my feather-baby, but he was gone. No blood, no feathers, no sign of what could have happened to him.
I promised myself I was never going to have another chicken, but I found out 6 years and 30+ chickens later that I was a dirty liar.
I have Barred Rocks, Austrolorps, Buff Orpingtons, and Lavendar Ameraucunas, and some bantam mixes. I've never loved chickens more than I do now, but Ozziy still holds a place in my heart.
My newest shoulder chicken is a Barred rooster that I've named Johnny, and the jerk that doesn't like me is Circles, my lavendar rooster.
Anyhow, I'm glad to be here among my fellow chicken-people, now I can stop annoying my friends with funny stories about my chickens, I find them funny anyway.
and Welcome To BYC!
