- Nov 3, 2014
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Hi, I already gave some details in my profile / somewhere else in this website, I think I am supposed to officially introduce myself here. I have recently posted some questions and have received some good advice which I appreciate. Maybe one day I can impart some of my new found wisdom/knowledge.
Had chooks as a kid in Canada, always liked them, such little characters & smart too. I have very fond memories of those chooks, a few in particular. One particularly cold winter we brought an old hen into the cabin for the winter as we thought she wouldn't survive it, (she and some others already lost toes to frostbite) and we toilet trained her within hours! We set up some newspaper in a corner with her food and water, near the pot bellied stove. Her name was Droopy Eyes, she was a black & white Plymouth Rock I think. She was such a sweetie, and would come running to my call, along with many others. (Just for a pat not always for food). She was one of the best layers too, even in her old age! Unfortunately the coyotes got her the next summer, along with my other favourite, a meat rooster I named Bobby. We convinced our mother not to kill him as he was so sweet. He would follow us around like a dog. I would call "Bob, Bob, Bob, Bobby!" and he would come running...this was a good sized 30+ acre farm where the chooks free ranged over about half of it so it shows how personable they are given a chance. The other thing I did with them was hypnotise the flighty white leghorns to make them tame, it worked too. If u want to know how to tame yours this way, just ask me.
Gotta love chooks!
Owner of 2 Sussex, 1 Frizzle, 1 Bantam, 1 cat & 2 dogs.
Now reside in Tropical North Queensland Australia. (Hope to one day return to beautiful Canada... miss the mountains, the changing seasons, the wildlife etc).
Had chooks as a kid in Canada, always liked them, such little characters & smart too. I have very fond memories of those chooks, a few in particular. One particularly cold winter we brought an old hen into the cabin for the winter as we thought she wouldn't survive it, (she and some others already lost toes to frostbite) and we toilet trained her within hours! We set up some newspaper in a corner with her food and water, near the pot bellied stove. Her name was Droopy Eyes, she was a black & white Plymouth Rock I think. She was such a sweetie, and would come running to my call, along with many others. (Just for a pat not always for food). She was one of the best layers too, even in her old age! Unfortunately the coyotes got her the next summer, along with my other favourite, a meat rooster I named Bobby. We convinced our mother not to kill him as he was so sweet. He would follow us around like a dog. I would call "Bob, Bob, Bob, Bobby!" and he would come running...this was a good sized 30+ acre farm where the chooks free ranged over about half of it so it shows how personable they are given a chance. The other thing I did with them was hypnotise the flighty white leghorns to make them tame, it worked too. If u want to know how to tame yours this way, just ask me.
Gotta love chooks!
Owner of 2 Sussex, 1 Frizzle, 1 Bantam, 1 cat & 2 dogs.
Now reside in Tropical North Queensland Australia. (Hope to one day return to beautiful Canada... miss the mountains, the changing seasons, the wildlife etc).
and Welcome To BYC!
