OK, it looks like Mrs. Hodawg and I are going to be starting out with new chicks instead of full grown layers. Not exactly what we had planned, but nobody around here is willing to part with proven egg layers. So we will probably be picking up about 6 new chicks this weekend to start our flock. We'll be keeping them inside (in a brooder that I have to make tomorrow instead of working on the coop, I guess it can wait a little bit now). Our desired end result is to end up with 4 good laying hens, so we'll buy 6 chicks. One that may, no matter what we do, bight the dust, and one that may end up being a roo that we'll have to relocate to our friend's ranch up in the country.
We have a large tiled room on the back of our house that has been turned into a bonafide Irish Pup, so the peepers will be spending the next several weeks in a large tupperware brood in the Pub. After finding out today that we are pretty much relegated to rearing little peeps instead of jumping right into mature layers, I'm actually looking forward to the challenge of raising them from this earlier than anticipated stage of life. The bond between the biscuit fillers and us should be much greater, and it will give our two mini Dachshunds the opportunity to get more acquainted with the peepers. Fortunately, neither of our dogs seem to give a rats arse about any birds, but one of them hates a tree rat (squirrel for y'all Northerners) with a passion.
Anyway, sorry for the new guy rambling. We're probably going to make the next big step tomorrow, so I'll post some pics of the little boogers sometime this weekend.
Beers y'all,
Ken
We have a large tiled room on the back of our house that has been turned into a bonafide Irish Pup, so the peepers will be spending the next several weeks in a large tupperware brood in the Pub. After finding out today that we are pretty much relegated to rearing little peeps instead of jumping right into mature layers, I'm actually looking forward to the challenge of raising them from this earlier than anticipated stage of life. The bond between the biscuit fillers and us should be much greater, and it will give our two mini Dachshunds the opportunity to get more acquainted with the peepers. Fortunately, neither of our dogs seem to give a rats arse about any birds, but one of them hates a tree rat (squirrel for y'all Northerners) with a passion.
Anyway, sorry for the new guy rambling. We're probably going to make the next big step tomorrow, so I'll post some pics of the little boogers sometime this weekend.
Beers y'all,
Ken