South Carolina

[ChickyChickyBaby]

I forgot Orpingtons! They are very nice birds, the roosters are not typically aggressive and they are big, beautiful birds. Heavy breed though, not perfect for our summer heat but they do great in winter.

BANTAMS!

I want those in bantams! LOL

 

[Joycats]

BANTAMS!

I want those in bantams! LOL

YES!!!!! ME TOO!!

 

[ChickyChickyBaby]

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One of these days!!! Maybe. I hope. Maybe. lol

 

[Joycats]

One of these days!!! Maybe. I hope. Maybe. lol

Well if I get them first I will gladly share with you! I have a list, it seems to grow instead of shrink but there are just too many pretty chickens. I want them all! Remind me of this next week when the temps drop below freezing and I'm carrying water from the house 3 times a day freezing my hiney off out there and whining about it.

 

[ChickyChickyBaby]

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I have to fight Todd. He wants me to concentrate on one breed. Gives me less to do...more like it keeps him from worrying about me being outside doing too much when the weather is bad. Kills the arthritis. I have had it since my late 20s...I am a big girl...but sometimes I am a big baby and I know he is looking out for me. I know I want silkies, cochins & eventually orpingtons.

I have narrowed all my other birds down. I have my layers.....and silkies & cochins. I also feed Nicole's birds & her ducks - it is our trade off - she waters everything and feeds the dogs and my one billy goat... I feed all the poultry. We usually try to share feeding the rabbits.

 

[Joycats]

I have to fight Todd. He wants me to concentrate on one breed. Gives me less to do...more like it keeps him from worrying about me being outside doing too much when the weather is bad. Kills the arthritis. I have had it since my late 20s...I am a big girl...but sometimes I am a big baby and I know he is looking out for me. I know I want silkies, cochins & eventually orpingtons.

I have narrowed all my other birds down. I have my layers.....and silkies & cochins. I also feed Nicole's birds & her ducks - it is our trade off - she waters everything and feeds the dogs and my one billy goat... I feed all the poultry. We usually try to share feeding the rabbits.

Noah does water, I do food and eggs. If he didn't help me I would not be able to keep all these animals. The few days I have to do it by myself it takes me hours (4+ hours) just to feed and water. And he will be going to college in a year so I will be on my own most likely. I am really trying to reduce work some. I also feel guilty spending all of that time outside when I have a little 7 year old boy waiting on me to get finished and play with him. If only I didn't have to sleep. But I still want those bantam orpingtons, and those dorkings and the ......I have a problem.

 

[huckleberryfarm]

Okay, I want to say first off that I do love my hubby. However, there are times......

So he goes out a while ago to the store and went to pick up a pizza because, you know, we need all that fat in our diet. My 4 candy bars last night while I watched "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" was not enough (no, don't bother watching it.

).
A while later he comes in huffing and puffing (see kids, this is what smoking will do for you, too!) and asks if I have an extra set of keys for my Olds. You remember the car he let get stolen last year and got the front smashed? Yeah, that's the one.
Well, I ask why and he says he locked the keys in it.
Now I have to add that he has been driving this car of mine since his Honda has been perpetually in the shop with goodness only knows what is wrong with it. So I ask how he got home from the store and he says to me that he drove it home. It is sitting at the end of the driveway, still running because when he got out to close the gates after coming home he somehow locked the doors (power locks) and then had to hoof it up the driveway. Poor baby........

So off I go with my flash light to see what I can find. At one time I had an extra set of keys stuck to the underside of the car but that has been 7 years ago and I never needed to use them. I can't find them anywhere under that car as I crawl around on the gravel shining my light. (I could just hear the neighbors saying "Now what are those crazy Phillips doing?" We have a streetlight right there at the gates so the whole world can see.)
No keys. Hmmmmm.
Okay, well he didn't close the door well on the drivers side so it has only caught a bit but I can't get it open so I climb back in the truck, where fat boy has been sitting watching me the whole time and I back the truck all the way back up the drive, past the house, and through the barn yard and up to the Guinea tractor where the crowbar hangs. (Yes, when I get mad at the loud suckers .....kidding!) Back to the house where I find a few long pieces of slender junk (I think it was off the frame of a screen window. I have a LOT of junk!) and off to the car, still running in the driveway with headlights on and heater blasting inside.
At this point DH is getting a bit nauseous from all my wild driving. Do you think I felt bad for him?

I made him get out and I grabbed the crow bar and wedged the door frame open a bit. At this point he hollers, "Don't break it!" (Seriously....

) and I stuck the aluminum stick down inside the car. Drats! About an inch too short. Thankfully I brought an extra piece and grabbed the tape out of my truck, taped them together and told DH to hold the blasted crowbar. I wedged it open just enough and slipped the piece of junk down and hit the power auto window. Pulled the piece of junk back out and walked off to my truck. DH stood there for a minute, took the crowbar off the door and said "Well, yeah....if you cheat, I guess you can get it open that way!"

And that, folks, is how wild my Saturday night has been.

Can't say it wasn't exciting!

 

[huckleberryfarm]

I have to share my experience with the sebrights, the older the roosters get the more aggressive they are. I was told this before buying them but I didn't believe it. It is true, my rooster is now 3 years old and I have to feed him after dark or he will jump at me and try his best to spur me. He has even been mean to the hens. They are possibly the most beautiful birds ever, they really are, but I'm not sure they'd be good for children. I'm considering selling my rooster and not raising them anymore because I don't care the for disposition of the roosters. I've also seen the hens fight each other. Just my personal experience. I don't like mean chickens.

I've heard from several people that Sebrights are mean. He's thinking about Jersey Giants or Polish at this point. I think Polish would be easy for him and a good compliment to all of our silkies. He can probably sell a couple to my silkie customers. And he'll have lots of time because we've decided to homeschool next year. I'm so excited! We're going to have so much fun. Lots of learning opportunities on the farm too! He's going to have his own little business and keep track of revenue & expenses. Figure that will count for some course of school!

And.... drum roll please... I finally convinced Cole to sell some stocks to make up the difference in our downpayment so the house is back on! Our builder was out yesterday and we changed the build spot so we have our big pond in the back. It will be so awesome! He said we should be in it by May 1st.

 

[SC-ChickMom]

I forgot Orpingtons! They are very nice birds, the roosters are not typically aggressive and they are big, beautiful birds. Heavy breed though, not perfect for our summer heat but they do great in winter.

I agree with this one. I got 10 BO packing peanuts with the chicks I ordered in November. They are my favorites of all the different breeds I have. They are super friendly and follow me around everywhere. If I was getting more chicks, they would be Orpingtons.

 

[KrisH]

No offense, but is IS your fault...

remember telling Kris and I that he always locks his keys in the car? you jinxed yourself.

Okay, I want to say first off that I do love my hubby. However, there are times......

So he goes out a while ago to the store and went to pick up a pizza because, you know, we need all that fat in our diet. My 4 candy bars last night while I watched "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" was not enough (no, don't bother watching it.

).
A while later he comes in huffing and puffing (see kids, this is what smoking will do for you, too!) and asks if I have an extra set of keys for my Olds. You remember the car he let get stolen last year and got the front smashed? Yeah, that's the one.
Well, I ask why and he says he locked the keys in it.
Now I have to add that he has been driving this car of mine since his Honda has been perpetually in the shop with goodness only knows what is wrong with it. So I ask how he got home from the store and he says to me that he drove it home. It is sitting at the end of the driveway, still running because when he got out to close the gates after coming home he somehow locked the doors (power locks) and then had to hoof it up the driveway. Poor baby........

So off I go with my flash light to see what I can find. At one time I had an extra set of keys stuck to the underside of the car but that has been 7 years ago and I never needed to use them. I can't find them anywhere under that car as I crawl around on the gravel shining my light. (I could just hear the neighbors saying "Now what are those crazy Phillips doing?" We have a streetlight right there at the gates so the whole world can see.)
No keys. Hmmmmm.
Okay, well he didn't close the door well on the drivers side so it has only caught a bit but I can't get it open so I climb back in the truck, where fat boy has been sitting watching me the whole time and I back the truck all the way back up the drive, past the house, and through the barn yard and up to the Guinea tractor where the crowbar hangs. (Yes, when I get mad at the loud suckers .....kidding!) Back to the house where I find a few long pieces of slender junk (I think it was off the frame of a screen window. I have a LOT of junk!) and off to the car, still running in the driveway with headlights on and heater blasting inside.
At this point DH is getting a bit nauseous from all my wild driving. Do you think I felt bad for him?

I made him get out and I grabbed the crow bar and wedged the door frame open a bit. At this point he hollers, "Don't break it!" (Seriously....

) and I stuck the aluminum stick down inside the car. Drats! About an inch too short. Thankfully I brought an extra piece and grabbed the tape out of my truck, taped them together and told DH to hold the blasted crowbar. I wedged it open just enough and slipped the piece of junk down and hit the power auto window. Pulled the piece of junk back out and walked off to my truck. DH stood there for a minute, took the crowbar off the door and said "Well, yeah....if you cheat, I guess you can get it open that way!"

And that, folks, is how wild my Saturday night has been.