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Even I could figure the mix out. Great genes there.
I feel Bobby's pain. I could never eat one of our own. And I used to hunt. I also have, and I know this sounds weird, a pang of guilt when eating any chicken dish. And, chicken was my favorite. In fact, I have unconsciously upped my consumption of red meat. I know it is from having chickens of our own. I even feel funny eating our own girl's eggs. Maybe I'm just nutty. Yup, I know I'm nutty.
Don't let that chicken math do you in. We can rationalize anything. Remember those words, because it has ruined many of us.
Originally I wanted to get BOs because of their nature. I didn't care much about an abundance of eggs, but we wound up going to Tractor supply one day because they had sex links and I figured we could not have a rooster, so this was a guaranteed way to not get one. We wound up with three golden comets and three amber links. They are the friendliest and coolest. I get greeted it he morning like I was really missed. They cackle up a storm when they hear the deck gate close as I am walking of the coop. They know th e noise means daddy is on his way. I fill the run feeder up while they are still in the coop and they are making a total racket by then. Queenie, who is my favorite, runs up to me and yacks up a storm at me. She is the most vocal and the leader of the pack. It is so cute to see her come out after they are all in the coop for the night to check and see if all are in. She gets the top roost every night. It is her place of honor and respect within the flock. She lets two of the other girls share it most nights. I find it amazing hw they all have their own personality and you can always pick out the adventurous and sneaky ones. Queenie, and her cohort Neenee will go into the most impossible and far off places when they forage. And you have to pick them up and bring them back or else they will go all over the neighborhood. I may have to fence in the backyard next year. I never though that $3 chickens could cost thousands in construction to keep them safe and comfortable.
Still, what's money when you've got chickens! What the heck am I saying.....
Even I could figure the mix out. Great genes there.
I feel Bobby's pain. I could never eat one of our own. And I used to hunt. I also have, and I know this sounds weird, a pang of guilt when eating any chicken dish. And, chicken was my favorite. In fact, I have unconsciously upped my consumption of red meat. I know it is from having chickens of our own. I even feel funny eating our own girl's eggs. Maybe I'm just nutty. Yup, I know I'm nutty.
Don't let that chicken math do you in. We can rationalize anything. Remember those words, because it has ruined many of us.
Originally I wanted to get BOs because of their nature. I didn't care much about an abundance of eggs, but we wound up going to Tractor supply one day because they had sex links and I figured we could not have a rooster, so this was a guaranteed way to not get one. We wound up with three golden comets and three amber links. They are the friendliest and coolest. I get greeted it he morning like I was really missed. They cackle up a storm when they hear the deck gate close as I am walking of the coop. They know th e noise means daddy is on his way. I fill the run feeder up while they are still in the coop and they are making a total racket by then. Queenie, who is my favorite, runs up to me and yacks up a storm at me. She is the most vocal and the leader of the pack. It is so cute to see her come out after they are all in the coop for the night to check and see if all are in. She gets the top roost every night. It is her place of honor and respect within the flock. She lets two of the other girls share it most nights. I find it amazing hw they all have their own personality and you can always pick out the adventurous and sneaky ones. Queenie, and her cohort Neenee will go into the most impossible and far off places when they forage. And you have to pick them up and bring them back or else they will go all over the neighborhood. I may have to fence in the backyard next year. I never though that $3 chickens could cost thousands in construction to keep them safe and comfortable.
Still, what's money when you've got chickens! What the heck am I saying.....
