I knew we were all going to enjoy having chickens. They have provided immense amusement and joy albeit will a little stress tossed in here and there. I don't know how many times Dad walks over to look outside when I'm at work, but I do know on the weekends, it's every few hours to check on the chickens in the run and say hello.
Without going into details we currently have four hens and one rooster. Two Plymouth Rocks, one (little one as I call her) Silver Lace Wyandotte (the three of them are collectively called Huey, Dewy and Louie) and two Ameraucanas (Mr. and Mrs. Brown). We got the Brown's from Dad's nurse Vickie who needed to unload some chickens. We had a Plymouth Rock rooster, raised since a baby chick, gorgeous, but too aggressive for how few hens I have. They say one rooster per 8-12 hens. I get it now after seeing what my rooster was doing to one of the hens. Dad didn't believe me until the one afternoon I was in the living room and heard him yelling very loudly "Hey! Hey! Stop that!" I went in and all he told me was "He has to go!" I laughed. I said 'Oh you see now huh?" Two days later I gave him to a friend who ended up re-homing him to a great family, something we were all happy to hear. The morning after we got rid of him, Mrs. Brown laid the first egg. Her breed is nicknamed the Easter Egg Chicken because of the light blue, green, torquise colored eggs they lay. Once the stress from Big Red (as we called him) was gone, Mrs. Brown was able to lay an egg. That was three weeks ago. The other hens are younger and haven't begun laying yet, but they hopefully will any day now. It has only been 3 weeks and yet we all still get a kick out of checking the nesting box and finding an egg. You know, sometimes it doesn't have to take much to bring amusement and happiness. The chickens have provided both for all of us. I keep joking with Dad next is the pig...
Without going into details we currently have four hens and one rooster. Two Plymouth Rocks, one (little one as I call her) Silver Lace Wyandotte (the three of them are collectively called Huey, Dewy and Louie) and two Ameraucanas (Mr. and Mrs. Brown). We got the Brown's from Dad's nurse Vickie who needed to unload some chickens. We had a Plymouth Rock rooster, raised since a baby chick, gorgeous, but too aggressive for how few hens I have. They say one rooster per 8-12 hens. I get it now after seeing what my rooster was doing to one of the hens. Dad didn't believe me until the one afternoon I was in the living room and heard him yelling very loudly "Hey! Hey! Stop that!" I went in and all he told me was "He has to go!" I laughed. I said 'Oh you see now huh?" Two days later I gave him to a friend who ended up re-homing him to a great family, something we were all happy to hear. The morning after we got rid of him, Mrs. Brown laid the first egg. Her breed is nicknamed the Easter Egg Chicken because of the light blue, green, torquise colored eggs they lay. Once the stress from Big Red (as we called him) was gone, Mrs. Brown was able to lay an egg. That was three weeks ago. The other hens are younger and haven't begun laying yet, but they hopefully will any day now. It has only been 3 weeks and yet we all still get a kick out of checking the nesting box and finding an egg. You know, sometimes it doesn't have to take much to bring amusement and happiness. The chickens have provided both for all of us. I keep joking with Dad next is the pig...
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