My neighbor and I have been dreaming up a small garden for the coming spring, and somewhere in the dark, brooding winter months, laid up with a broken knee cap, in my opiate-induced twisted dreams, I began to fantasize about raising chickens.
I've done this before - sort of. I grew up on a farm with my great-grandparents and grandparents, and there were always chickens. I remember being about 7 years old and getting a large shipment of new chicks. My grandfather Pee Wee had just built a new 3-stall barn for the horses, and we turned one of the stalls into a chick nursery. My sister and I used to go in there, barefoot, in the mud and chicken poop (hey we were country kids!) to feed them. They were so cute and fluffy, and there were so many of them! At the time I had a large brown freckle on one of my toenails, and the chicks kept pecking at it, thinking it might be edible.
So here we are in early February of 2011, and this project just keeps growing to bursting inside of me. That's it, I'm doing it - I'm going to order chicks and we're going to build them a coop and my great chicken happiness fit to burst will resound across the land (or at least as far as Wade King Elementary, just up the street).
I've just sent out an email to parties I think might be interested in participating in our project, ordered a few books online, and have begun breed and care research in earnest!
So, bocbocboc, hope you'll check back and see how the project is progressing!
Mama hen,
Andie
I've done this before - sort of. I grew up on a farm with my great-grandparents and grandparents, and there were always chickens. I remember being about 7 years old and getting a large shipment of new chicks. My grandfather Pee Wee had just built a new 3-stall barn for the horses, and we turned one of the stalls into a chick nursery. My sister and I used to go in there, barefoot, in the mud and chicken poop (hey we were country kids!) to feed them. They were so cute and fluffy, and there were so many of them! At the time I had a large brown freckle on one of my toenails, and the chicks kept pecking at it, thinking it might be edible.
So here we are in early February of 2011, and this project just keeps growing to bursting inside of me. That's it, I'm doing it - I'm going to order chicks and we're going to build them a coop and my great chicken happiness fit to burst will resound across the land (or at least as far as Wade King Elementary, just up the street).
I've just sent out an email to parties I think might be interested in participating in our project, ordered a few books online, and have begun breed and care research in earnest!
So, bocbocboc, hope you'll check back and see how the project is progressing!
Mama hen,
Andie
