Sunday, July 19, 2009
Chicken Taming is Serious Business
In our quest to round out our new glorious flock of chickens I searched Craig's list for "fancy" birds and as luck would have it there was a lady in our town with a mess of five week old chicks!
Suzi (SIL) and I packed all the kids in the truck and ventured out to collect our newest members of the compound.
We were able to procure four baby hens: two silver laced Wyandotte's and two Ameraucana pullets. The Wyandotte's
are going to be show poodle chickens and the Amerucana hens lay pastel eggs!
After returning home we let the kids each hold the chicks since these birds are destined for tamin.' My son, Wyatt here was very happy about holding the chicks and showed me his victim with glee.
Cousin Luke however, must adhere to the paternal side of the family tree and show as little joyful expression as possible. The more serious the better. And if you can get a ounce of pissed off it's worth bonus points. It's just instinct for them...
Cousin Trevor, not to be outdone put on his best sour puss face to show me his chick. This chicken whispering stuff is obviously serious business around here.
Then there is Adam who got blasted by energetic wings flapping a little too close to his face.
But perseverance payed off as he delicately arranged the chick on his arm for a quiet perch.
So four more lady chickens will tally our number to 13. Is that going to work out OK? Is there an unlucky number for owning chickens? Well with the two roosters the total head count is 15. We will be fine I think.
By the way...anybody want barred-rock rooster? We seem to have one too many.
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