Tuesday, September 15, 2009

New Chicks In Town

We've taken one more step into the crunchy granola world. If you had told me ten years ago that's I'd be growing my own produce, home schooling and raising chickens I would have laughed until I peed. But here I am.

A buddy at work is going through a divorce and is getting rid of his flock so he can sell the house. We got five of them just to give it a whirl. It's not like we're saving a bundle on eggs, even if we get a dozen a week we'll still have to buy three dozen (from our friends who raise chickens) to keep up with demand. But it's a good lesson for the kids and they mostly keep quiet and eat table scraps so what the hay.

After I got the ladies settled in the back yard the kids came out to name them. Miss O named the shiny black one "Princess". Because her world is a largely princess-based affair. J-Man named the big white Brahma "Cloud" because he's a pretty literal fellow when it comes to things of a creative bent that do not involve physical comedy. And lil H-Bomb named one of the black and white Leghorns "Chickenie" (pronounced CHIK-nee) because he's got a thing for chickens and his creativity was overwhelmed by his enthusiasm for all things poultry.

That left the two identical looking Leghorns for The Missus and me to name. I suggested "Salt" and "Peppa" to quickly quell H-Bomb's suggestions of "Toot" and "Poopie" (suddenly he got creative).

So that's our flock. Mostly they stalk around and make subdued chicken noises. They consume our table scraps. They lay no eggs because they're still pretty freaked out. Occasionally they escape and run around the yard. We were afraid the neighbors would be pissed off but they thought it was a hoot. It's fun to watch grown-ups chase a fluffy basketball with gusto and then be afraid to grab it for fear of being pecked. Ahh, farm livin' is the life for me...

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4 comments:

thecheekofgod said...

The mental image of your brood chasing chickens around the yard has grown legs and is now running amok through my brain. Thanks for that . . .

Irish Gumbo said...

They've gone chicken crazy...I was getting good visuals throughout, would make a good short film. Ha!

Loved the phrase "...his enthusiasm for all things poultry." Gold, baby, gold!

Coelecanth said...

Ah fun! We have a hen and a rooster, well we did have a hen and a rooster. Now we only have a rooster, the hen disappeared a couple of nights ago. Their names are/were Bart2 and Barbara. Our two year old named them "Bah". :)

Bart1 also disappeared under mysterious circumstances, though no feathers or traces of a struggle were found. I did hear him telling Barbara that he was just stepping out for some cigarettes and that he wouldn't be long...so who knows?

Coop reinforcement has commenced and when we asked the in-laws for Barbara2 they were heard to mutter "Well, I guess someone has to feed the local foxes."

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