Well it’s not really a “Shack” my dad calls it the chicken palace, but he also say she doesn’t like the birds, so he’s been known to lie. Anyways, we started construction last winter and planned to have the inside done my the time our Large fowl Wyandotte chicks arrived.
We had converted it from a groundhog infested shack that my dad used to store his tractor in. But since he was getting a new barn, and we were getting chickens, it only made sense to go all out.
And we definitely did.
(Ignore the garbage, we had just moved a ton of meat chickens out)
There was just one problem with our grand logic. Cochins.
I had gone with my grandma to a poultry seminar thing for 4-H kids. Before we left my dad said, “Don’t bring home anything alive”. Well, the was a drawing for a pair of Bantam Cochins and a pair of Rode Island Reds. Well after one girl’s number was called, the it was a random number no one had, then it was mine.
Long story short, they came home with me.
They stayed in the pretty much finished inside for awhile.
(Pictured is a couple of babies)
I learned a lot about chickens with them, how stupid they were, their love for powdered donuts, and just goes fast little guys can run.
After awhile we we’re introduced to chicken math and bought a TON of babies, around 6 large fowl Wyandottes, and 3 bantam Wyandottes.
I’ll introduce them all in the below , hope you all enjoyed my strange speech thingy!
We had converted it from a groundhog infested shack that my dad used to store his tractor in. But since he was getting a new barn, and we were getting chickens, it only made sense to go all out.
And we definitely did.
(Ignore the garbage, we had just moved a ton of meat chickens out)
There was just one problem with our grand logic. Cochins.
I had gone with my grandma to a poultry seminar thing for 4-H kids. Before we left my dad said, “Don’t bring home anything alive”. Well, the was a drawing for a pair of Bantam Cochins and a pair of Rode Island Reds. Well after one girl’s number was called, the it was a random number no one had, then it was mine.
Long story short, they came home with me.
They stayed in the pretty much finished inside for awhile.
(Pictured is a couple of babies)
I learned a lot about chickens with them, how stupid they were, their love for powdered donuts, and just goes fast little guys can run.
After awhile we we’re introduced to chicken math and bought a TON of babies, around 6 large fowl Wyandottes, and 3 bantam Wyandottes.
I’ll introduce them all in the below , hope you all enjoyed my strange speech thingy!
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