Would you believe that to my dismay, out of 23 little chicks that I have fed, watered, nurtured, and cared for for nearly 5 months . . . only 6 are hens! I have learned that my prowess as a farmer is miserably failing. I mean, the chickens are alive and the roosters, well, they are huge... but for the longest time I thought I had 11 hens.
But now I have all the roosters but one quarantined in the hen Hilton (a 4x8x7 wooden box complete with nests and a perch) until they can be sold or butchered. They are not real happy about that. Today when I watered them they attacked my hand. I shouted at them.
Question: For people who are animal rights activists, do they consider me yelling at my roosters, "cruelty to animals"? And does a chicken really understand when I call it stupid?
So we are getting about 4 eggs a day and man are they good; big and brown. One of them has burgundy speckles on it.
The hen who was close to death is now doing fine. She lays a light brown egg and most days when I am in the coop she will fly down onto my arm. Just call me the chicken whisperer. That's a post for another day.
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