Saturday, March 22, 2014
So because chickens have entered our lives I feel the need to catch you up to speed.
Last march we got 8 baby chicks.
I would formally introduce you to them but the only one I can identify is Walmart. She's the white one. Or the not brown one.
She was picked out by ally.
I can't remember exactly all of the next details but one chicken flew over into the yard and Rosie shook it to death. And then a hawk got into the coop and killed two- one of which was Walmart.
We all cried.
One play date of SAMs ended with them seeing Rosie kill a hen that got too close to the gap in the gate.
I say none of this lightly- it was all horrifying. Apparently you can't train a dog not to want to catch birds.
Then a hole developed in the gate and six hens hopped through into the yard and met their fate- Rosie was probably super excited that day. But we were all devastated. One of the new silkies survived only to die a day later in our garage.
Enters Red- a mature past her egg laying time hen. They get along just fine. Till squatter hopped the fence, dang.
The babies were just teenagers. A little too small to move to the coop but we couldn't leave Red all alone.
So we ran netting over the chain link and moved the four babies in. And two slid through the fence into the field and were never seen again.
But then the sweetest thing happened. Red decided to mother the two remaining teenager babies- and each night she would tuck one under each wing. Until eventually they got to big to fit.
What is hysterical (to the rest of the world, not so much to me) is that the two babies both grew into roosters. We wondered when they started fighting all the time- but now it is obvious. Kevin Spike and Pollo are not hens. And although they fight over who gets to eat what and when and where.....neither one messes with Red. She can do whatever she wants.
Scene ends, curtain closes. Lights dim to black.