texasmomma
Songster
Forgot to reply why I started with the chickens.
We eat a lot of organic food because I don't want to feed my girls hormones and antibiotics. I suppose I did all right as a kid eating those things, but all right isn't good enough for me. My great grandparents lived into their 100's. They lived on the farm, ate what farm people eat and everything was fine. Grandma even had chickens, though I paid little attention to them other than shooing them away when I was trying to get into the back door. She'd often throw out some scratch for them if they got too overwhelming. I don't remember when they left, but it was some time before they left the farm.
Christmas Day when I was 10, Grandpa had a stroke. He was 90 and still farming, though it was just beef cattle and corn. He'd given up the dairy when the government decided his barn wasn't clean enough. From then on, he lived over 10 years, but he wasn't the same. Either was Grandma. I kept that in the back of my mind.
My Grandmother, not great, lived until I was in high school. She was maybe 70 and raised in the city. She had cancer and when they opened her up to fix it, they didn't even try to fix it because it was everywhere. She died on that table. I was away looking at a college with a boyfriend and rue the day I decided to go away during her surgery. I am sure she knew she wouldn't survive it. Her husband, may Grandfather, son of the aforementioned parents, decided not to farm. He lived in the city, too, though city in Iowa is probably a different version that what some others know. He died in his 80's.
My great grandparents lived 20 years more than the next generation. I don't want that to happen to my family. I am betting that food and chemicals and other stuff play a part in these early deaths and I don't like it.
We follow my husband's jobs and this current job has us living in a large city. However, we have a little less than an acre (hush! don't tell the city), and I knew when I saw it that we would have chickens. The house and everything in it flooded about 5 months after we moved in, so we had to make the house our own when rebuilding. The beautiful backyard was no longer an issue because it was destroyed. When my neighbor offered me her old rooster and hens, I said yes.
Well, those hens got super fat on my all the time feed and one just died. This was before I learned about ff. We culled another one because it was mean. I rehomed the rooster because my husband just didn't like him.
The remaining three started eating their eggs, had always pecked one another, and were just not laying, so they were culled as well. I should have opened them up to see the disaster that was inside them, but didn't. They were not cared for well before we got them, living in an 8 x 8 dog kennel with another dog house to sleep in. No roosts. There were nests, but they didn't use them. We think they had been eating their eggs for a long while.
Since we had the old chickens, I bought some chicks. Got four of them. 2 black australorps and 2 gold laced wyandottes. Still have all but one of the wyandottes. Still don't like the other wyandotte, though her temperament has changed some since she hurt her comb and we put her into the cage inside the coop for a day. She is still scattered, won't come when called and is flighty as all get out. Eats quite a bit as well. Love the BA's. So does my husband. One has a squirrel tale, though. They are getting ready to lay, but still haven't yet. It's cold for Texas, so maybe they will wait a while yet. The BA's land on my legs and shoulders when I sit down and hang out with them. I love that.
We have some other chicks. I know not to get chicks in the fall, but we're doing it anyway. I hope to have all of them laying in the spring.
We get free range eggs when we can from a guy in my husband's office and they are the best. I am hoping that my eggs are close to his.
So, love the chickens. Hope that my little acre is enough for them. We are working on a bigger coop and place for them to free range. I have the mobile coop over my garden now. I finally decided that we were done gardening for the year and picked the last of the tomatoes and peppers. Still have a pepper plant with flowers on it. Go figure.
Our goal is to become as self sustaining as we can here on this little piece of property. It's not a lot, but while my husband is working, it is necessary for us to be here. Besides, since the house flooded, it's not going to sell for what we paid for it, even with all the renovations. Chickens will provide us eggs, maybe not even enough for our family, and meat now and again. I want to know that what my food has eaten is as good for it as it can be. I also grow my garden with compost and no chemicals. My girls are the same. I don't want any chemicals in them if I don't have to. They have all been super healthy, ftmp, though we did have some food allergies.
The thing about the chickens is that even though we got them for eggs, I'm enjoying having them more than I anticipated.
We eat a lot of organic food because I don't want to feed my girls hormones and antibiotics. I suppose I did all right as a kid eating those things, but all right isn't good enough for me. My great grandparents lived into their 100's. They lived on the farm, ate what farm people eat and everything was fine. Grandma even had chickens, though I paid little attention to them other than shooing them away when I was trying to get into the back door. She'd often throw out some scratch for them if they got too overwhelming. I don't remember when they left, but it was some time before they left the farm.
Christmas Day when I was 10, Grandpa had a stroke. He was 90 and still farming, though it was just beef cattle and corn. He'd given up the dairy when the government decided his barn wasn't clean enough. From then on, he lived over 10 years, but he wasn't the same. Either was Grandma. I kept that in the back of my mind.
My Grandmother, not great, lived until I was in high school. She was maybe 70 and raised in the city. She had cancer and when they opened her up to fix it, they didn't even try to fix it because it was everywhere. She died on that table. I was away looking at a college with a boyfriend and rue the day I decided to go away during her surgery. I am sure she knew she wouldn't survive it. Her husband, may Grandfather, son of the aforementioned parents, decided not to farm. He lived in the city, too, though city in Iowa is probably a different version that what some others know. He died in his 80's.
My great grandparents lived 20 years more than the next generation. I don't want that to happen to my family. I am betting that food and chemicals and other stuff play a part in these early deaths and I don't like it.
We follow my husband's jobs and this current job has us living in a large city. However, we have a little less than an acre (hush! don't tell the city), and I knew when I saw it that we would have chickens. The house and everything in it flooded about 5 months after we moved in, so we had to make the house our own when rebuilding. The beautiful backyard was no longer an issue because it was destroyed. When my neighbor offered me her old rooster and hens, I said yes.
Well, those hens got super fat on my all the time feed and one just died. This was before I learned about ff. We culled another one because it was mean. I rehomed the rooster because my husband just didn't like him.

Since we had the old chickens, I bought some chicks. Got four of them. 2 black australorps and 2 gold laced wyandottes. Still have all but one of the wyandottes. Still don't like the other wyandotte, though her temperament has changed some since she hurt her comb and we put her into the cage inside the coop for a day. She is still scattered, won't come when called and is flighty as all get out. Eats quite a bit as well. Love the BA's. So does my husband. One has a squirrel tale, though. They are getting ready to lay, but still haven't yet. It's cold for Texas, so maybe they will wait a while yet. The BA's land on my legs and shoulders when I sit down and hang out with them. I love that.
We have some other chicks. I know not to get chicks in the fall, but we're doing it anyway. I hope to have all of them laying in the spring.
We get free range eggs when we can from a guy in my husband's office and they are the best. I am hoping that my eggs are close to his.
So, love the chickens. Hope that my little acre is enough for them. We are working on a bigger coop and place for them to free range. I have the mobile coop over my garden now. I finally decided that we were done gardening for the year and picked the last of the tomatoes and peppers. Still have a pepper plant with flowers on it. Go figure.
Our goal is to become as self sustaining as we can here on this little piece of property. It's not a lot, but while my husband is working, it is necessary for us to be here. Besides, since the house flooded, it's not going to sell for what we paid for it, even with all the renovations. Chickens will provide us eggs, maybe not even enough for our family, and meat now and again. I want to know that what my food has eaten is as good for it as it can be. I also grow my garden with compost and no chemicals. My girls are the same. I don't want any chemicals in them if I don't have to. They have all been super healthy, ftmp, though we did have some food allergies.
The thing about the chickens is that even though we got them for eggs, I'm enjoying having them more than I anticipated.