- Aug 10, 2009
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Well Hello!
I have to say it's nice to be among kindred spirits, lol...
My chicken affair began some 53yrs ago when I was just a bitty thing and sick as a dog. My grandfather gave me a chick when I was sick and I loved that little thing. Turned out that my Mother didn't and gave it to the neighborhood farmer, who promptly beheaded HIM and returned him on a plate. I was devastated!
I was unable to get any other chickens until last year. I ordered 25 and got 28 chicks from McMurray in PA. I got polish, RIR, bramhas, Jersey Giants, Araconas, blk silkies, barred rocks, a couple of "surprise" endangered chicks, 1 hamburg and one houdan.
I must confess I spend hours just watching them; what a huge treat! We had a few sad events, I dropped one of the polish chicks on her head and she died. I still feel bad and my Hubby called me Dr Kavorkian. We didn't get the barn with the coup finished before winter and my free labor baled on me so my girls and boys had to spend a very difficult winter in a metal shed. Man was I mad! The poor things got so stressed they started picking and now are the naked back girls. The person feeding them started letting them free range which was fine but the fox was fat and full after reducing my flock to 11.
Happily, after a near divorce, the coup is finished, the girls and boys, 1RIR (topdog) roo and 1 polish goof ball named Napoleon, are now in their lovely new home with a 20x50 outdoor run covered and fenced. They only come out when I'm around. NO MORE FOX FOOD!
This June I got 18 more chicks that I had here in my garden in a cute little house until the darn resident hawk killed 2 of them last week. My husband found it in the coup tearing apart my chicken. They are now residing over at the 'big house' seperated for a while from the other girls/boys. I hope to mix it up in few weeks.
Oh I could go on and on about my chicks...sorry I ramble.
Thanks for reading.
Sue
I have to say it's nice to be among kindred spirits, lol...
My chicken affair began some 53yrs ago when I was just a bitty thing and sick as a dog. My grandfather gave me a chick when I was sick and I loved that little thing. Turned out that my Mother didn't and gave it to the neighborhood farmer, who promptly beheaded HIM and returned him on a plate. I was devastated!
I was unable to get any other chickens until last year. I ordered 25 and got 28 chicks from McMurray in PA. I got polish, RIR, bramhas, Jersey Giants, Araconas, blk silkies, barred rocks, a couple of "surprise" endangered chicks, 1 hamburg and one houdan.
I must confess I spend hours just watching them; what a huge treat! We had a few sad events, I dropped one of the polish chicks on her head and she died. I still feel bad and my Hubby called me Dr Kavorkian. We didn't get the barn with the coup finished before winter and my free labor baled on me so my girls and boys had to spend a very difficult winter in a metal shed. Man was I mad! The poor things got so stressed they started picking and now are the naked back girls. The person feeding them started letting them free range which was fine but the fox was fat and full after reducing my flock to 11.
Happily, after a near divorce, the coup is finished, the girls and boys, 1RIR (topdog) roo and 1 polish goof ball named Napoleon, are now in their lovely new home with a 20x50 outdoor run covered and fenced. They only come out when I'm around. NO MORE FOX FOOD!
This June I got 18 more chicks that I had here in my garden in a cute little house until the darn resident hawk killed 2 of them last week. My husband found it in the coup tearing apart my chicken. They are now residing over at the 'big house' seperated for a while from the other girls/boys. I hope to mix it up in few weeks.
Oh I could go on and on about my chicks...sorry I ramble.
Thanks for reading.
Sue
