I have been around chickens since I was little, but we never played with them or really handled them. They were food and egg layers. I did not know what I was missing.
I "henned" my first chick in high school. The mom had set her eggs too late in the fall and a frost killed the only chick that hatched. At least that is what I thought. I had been in the barn milking the cows and had stopped in to check on the hen. Found the frozen chick and sadly scooped it up and deposited it in the burning barrel on my way to the house. After taking care of the milk, I went back out to finish my morning chores before school. Walking by the burning barrel I heard a surprising sound....cheep cheep! The warm ashes from the night before had revived the chick! I took it into house, set up a cardboard box with hay, food and water and a warm light right next to my bed. Hand raised that little feller into a huge gentle Bard Rock rooster named Ashes. He would ride around the farm on my dad's shoulder! Was a gentle rooster and never hurt his hens.
Have bottlefed calves, hound pups and an abandoned kitten. My DH calls me "Momma Duck" and laughingly points out that when I leave a room all the animals follow me. I have three wonderful children and love interacting with other people's children when they are young. Guess it was a natural thing for me to help my 6th grade daughter incubate and care for "her chicken science project." We both love the chickens and find them endlessly fascintating to watch as they scratch about in their pen. Even DH and younger two children enjoy watching them.
We did the science project almost 6 years ago now and was contemplating getting my mom's old incubator to hatch some new layers for us. Have bought some chicks from feed store, but none of them were as tame and friendly as those we hatched, even though we handled them and kept them in a cage in garage/house until they feathered out. I usually think about these things a while before I act and had mentioned the idea to a friend of mine in passing a couple times.
Little did I know that she had been thinking about it too and had "thought of a solution" for both of us. So I got "henned" again! Not by nature and a warm burning barrel, but by a friend! BonneTerreChick has a story line telling her side, be sure to read it as she is a better writer than I am.
I will share photos of the two batches of chicks we have and soon will be hatching later.
I "henned" my first chick in high school. The mom had set her eggs too late in the fall and a frost killed the only chick that hatched. At least that is what I thought. I had been in the barn milking the cows and had stopped in to check on the hen. Found the frozen chick and sadly scooped it up and deposited it in the burning barrel on my way to the house. After taking care of the milk, I went back out to finish my morning chores before school. Walking by the burning barrel I heard a surprising sound....cheep cheep! The warm ashes from the night before had revived the chick! I took it into house, set up a cardboard box with hay, food and water and a warm light right next to my bed. Hand raised that little feller into a huge gentle Bard Rock rooster named Ashes. He would ride around the farm on my dad's shoulder! Was a gentle rooster and never hurt his hens.
Have bottlefed calves, hound pups and an abandoned kitten. My DH calls me "Momma Duck" and laughingly points out that when I leave a room all the animals follow me. I have three wonderful children and love interacting with other people's children when they are young. Guess it was a natural thing for me to help my 6th grade daughter incubate and care for "her chicken science project." We both love the chickens and find them endlessly fascintating to watch as they scratch about in their pen. Even DH and younger two children enjoy watching them.
We did the science project almost 6 years ago now and was contemplating getting my mom's old incubator to hatch some new layers for us. Have bought some chicks from feed store, but none of them were as tame and friendly as those we hatched, even though we handled them and kept them in a cage in garage/house until they feathered out. I usually think about these things a while before I act and had mentioned the idea to a friend of mine in passing a couple times.
Little did I know that she had been thinking about it too and had "thought of a solution" for both of us. So I got "henned" again! Not by nature and a warm burning barrel, but by a friend! BonneTerreChick has a story line telling her side, be sure to read it as she is a better writer than I am.
