- May 31, 2014
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I'm a part time educator, full time mother, and when the stress gets too much, I sneak off to my backyard with a shovel and dig up worms for the "Ladies." When I walk out the back door, the Ladies come running to me. My children think I'm weird and don't want to take me out in public except for the fact that I'm the one with the car. My sister can't believe my chickens run TO me while hers run away from her. I don't have the constitution to admit to her that I dig up worms for them.
I started with 5 chicks in the garage. My yellow Labrador is deathly afraid of rain storms so I put her in the garage one afternoon. I then had 1 chick, highly traumatized and covered in dog slobber. I bought three more chicks and call the surviving chick, "Mama Hen." She calls out to her chickens when she can't see them. Thanks to a shock collar that I no longer need, the chickens and the Lab co-exist peacefully. The chickens also eat the dog food. My dog doesn't like that. When it rains, my chickens inhabit her doghouse. My dog is highly irritated with that and chases them out.
My cat ignores my chickens.
My children ignore my chickens.
My husband ignores my chickens.
And I find them therapeutic.
I started with 5 chicks in the garage. My yellow Labrador is deathly afraid of rain storms so I put her in the garage one afternoon. I then had 1 chick, highly traumatized and covered in dog slobber. I bought three more chicks and call the surviving chick, "Mama Hen." She calls out to her chickens when she can't see them. Thanks to a shock collar that I no longer need, the chickens and the Lab co-exist peacefully. The chickens also eat the dog food. My dog doesn't like that. When it rains, my chickens inhabit her doghouse. My dog is highly irritated with that and chases them out.
My cat ignores my chickens.
My children ignore my chickens.
My husband ignores my chickens.
And I find them therapeutic.
and Welcome To BYC!
