As with any spectacular plan, problems are bound to crop up. My gals (and Elvis) were already crowded in their housing. But my dear, sweet, understanding, generous, hardworking, awesome, super studly, amazing (did I mention he's very understanding?) husband already planned to build a more suitable chicken coop this summer, so I simply (very simply, in fact) proposed he just make it bigger. MUCH bigger. DH wasn't overly amused with my idea for some reason.
Well, if they come, he will build it. Didn't I hear that famous line in a movie once? (You know, the one where Kevin Costner builds a baseball diamond in his corn field?) We went to our local feed store for a great variety of egg layers. Marans for chocolate brown eggs. Jersey Giants and dark Brahamas just because they are cool. Rhode Island reds for lots of eggs and some Golden Sex Links to insure we really truly got enough hens. This year, we let the littlest red-head choose two hens all for herself. Welcome to the roost, Chelsea (the Easter-egger) and Lavender (the Buff Orpington). How many chicks did we bring home? It might possibly have been about 30, but who's counting? (It's called "Chicken Math. Google it.)
Then two of our little banties went broody and seemed to really want to just sit on their eggs. Sooo, I thought, why not? There will be plenty of room!! Twenty one days later the first of 15 eggs hatched. Our first home made chicken!!! It was soo exciting. The girls and I even danced a little jig (which probably resembaled The Chicken Dance a bit). Over the course of be next three weeks the rest of the little eggs hatched. We even got to save one who had fallen out of the nest and nearly froze to death.
In any event, our little flock has grown substantially...both in numbers and size. My (very understanding) DH has been a super good egg (sorry, it had to happen eventually) about building a safe place to keep all our fluffy friends. But that's a story for another blog post.
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