Let's step back a few days to the first day of being a "chicken
farmer." I am sure that is not a correct saying or title, but that's
what I got. So for Christmas my husband agreed to purchase a used coop
for me.
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| la Coop Huevos Rancheros |
On Jan 2, 2012: I set out with my 5 year old daughter to buy some chickens.
We returned home with 4 lovely Americana hens of varying color. I had my
first brave moment of holding them as they moved into the coop. The ladies were not too sure of the place and I really wanted to cluck at them, but we got them fed and watered and left them alone to peck about and roost.
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| Henny Penny |
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| Popcorn Chicken, the white little hen |
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| Golden Fried Chicken aka Goldie |
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| Gina! the beautiful rebel |
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January 3, 2012: Things started out fine. I set out on my
first morning to de-ice the water, check feed, etc. After a bit of
"playing" with them, I realized it was time to get the kids off to
school. I figured I would resume when I returned in about 10 minutes.
Upon
return, I found my little terrier mix dogs had dug into the back yard
and that I had NOT refastened the lock on the door to the coop. You
guessed it, little Goldie lay dead. Wow-less than 24 hours as a chicken
farmer and I am already down 1 hen. GREAT! Any ideas on how to teach your dogs not to kill your chickens?
Well, I thought since it was my fault that sweet Goldie met her maker, I thought I should not waste the money I just spent on her and thus I set out to butcher her. Well, what do I know about this you ask? Heck, I have Google, thus I am an expert. I bravely chopped off her head and then began to pluck some feathers. I was doing good, but then her entire left breast skin came off (now I know where the dogs had attacked her). At this point I couldn't do it any more. Plus I got a glimpse at how tiny her breast meat was and thought, "really, I am going to do this for that? Heck no!" So I left her for my husband to deal with which meant a dumpster burial.
After school I told my kids. They were kind of sad, but mostly just Laine wanted to know if I would dig up Goldie so she could see the dead chicken. I explained that I couldn't as she was in a dumpster off of our property (that is what happens when you drive to town with a dead chicken in your truck-nearest dumpster becomes the burial grounds). Sure enough, Laine wanted me to drive there to get her out. No way girlfriend.
January 4-5, 2012: Things going better. The hens have recovered and will venture out of the coop and I am doing a much better job keeping the dogs out. The kids and I were able to sit near the coop and feed the ladies some scratch. The did dare to get close to us, just not too close.
January 6, 2012: No eggs yet. They are 1-2 years old, so should be laying. Fingers crosses. I added some meal worms to the treat list and also got some oyster shell for them.
Fingers Crossed for Eggs!
Your new favorite Chicken Farmer
Allison