I live in a rural area but not secluded enough in my opinion. Hubby is barely getting on board just now about trying to be more self-sufficient but the debt needs to be taken care of first. I think our house would be hard to sell right now as many of the "big fixes" are coming due!Here is a story I wanted to share with you!
DH has always lived in the city. I have been trying to convince him for years that we need to just high-tail it to BFE and live without the craziness (i.e. drunk truck drivers) not to mention Hilltop Tacoma has never been my dream spot.
Half of me came from a family that lived for open air and potato farmin' - it's in my blood! Little did I know that all it took to convince DH, was my DAD! They had one beer and by the time I interrupted that conversation - DH finally lit up like a light bulb! It was the best look I have ever seen! He realized we were working for nothing. How all of our money goes to pay for gas just to make enough to pay a few bills. A few bills we wouldn't have to have!!!
I'm excited that our property search can expand now to the far reaches and I don't have to be tied to a city!! YAY!
Marital bliss right here! Can you imagine how many chickens I could have!!
YOU'RE KILLING ME!!! Love those dogs but I either need a bigger house or TRY to have him/her primarily outside. The property is big enough but the living space is a bit cramped.Bored and surfing Petfinders...here is a gorgeous Great Pyranees/Anatolian Shepard girl..........
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Oh man, I hear ya on being overrun w/ boys!!! BOTH of the BCM ended up cockerals, as is my hatchery Welsummer, and 1 of my hatchery Cochins!!!!! UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH! I did NOT do so well this last round at picking birds!!!The saga of the cockerels is finally at an end!
I told the girls months and months ago that they were going to grow up to be trouble. Oh no, not these sweeties! They would have no giving away, no separate pens, no chicken tractors for their beloved boys. They were so sweet, you see.
Eventually, of course, they made it impossible for the girls to be in the coop with their beloved pullets. Pullets oR cockerels I said. Nooooo! they cried.
Recently in the last month or two, they stopped going in the coop and even I was getting tired of fending off annoying attacks by little bantam brats. Finally, the girls were looking forward to when our neighbors would butcher their birds. I was skeptical they would be on board..
Today--whoa! He's in the middle of butchering and I went to check it out. Brought home a crate in the trunk. "Yes!" the girls both cried. "Now!" All the cockerels, just not Bandit (we agreed on Bandit). Brownie? No....... we agreed *all* the cockerels except Bandit. OK. Family affair catching the cockerels-- pretty easy since they were hiding from the rain in the coop. Left the girls behind to enjoy their nearly cockerel-free coop.
Say bye bye to the boys! Poor boys. Waited in the trunk until it was "their turn". I couldn't watch. I don't think I could ever do the killing, even though the cleaning doesn't phase me (or so I thought). And it never did. Once the deed was done, I had no trouble scalding and plucking and cleaning them out. Tough little dudes, being so old and tiny. Poor "Coop-coop-a-doop" Cooper. He was so tiny and I was so done that his body went into the bucket for the coyotes. Sorry, little dude, but you were a Butt.
Helped my neighbor clean a couple of his birds, younger and bigger (and therefore easier in every way to clean.) I went away with the same impression as I went in with-- the cleaning didn't bug me, the killing did. I didn't even mind cleaning "Flyer" and "George", calling them all by name.
Looking forward to the calm tomorrow. The girls finally learned The Lesson. I'm glad I had the patience to let them learn it through experience. I'm also glad these were little banty's--more irritating than dangerous.
Now they *know* the Trouble With Cockerels, and I don't think I will ever have quite the same struggle as I had this year. But next year? Sexed pullets all the way, baby. I need a couple years to recuperate.
FIN