One of the selling factors to this house was that it already had a chicken coop.... not that I've ever raised chickens. I'm not even that fond of birds. I secretly think they will peck my eyes out. Just look at them, they're so shifty....
But chickens aren't really birds.
I waited almost a year. Give time for my Mr. who is not always excited about change, to try them. We got 6 day old chicks a few weeks ago. They were so small. We got the heating lamp, a small coop, feeder, it all. The entire family (including the dog) warmed up to them. The girls and I carried them around in our pockets. Even Ryan enjoyed their antics. One night when the heat lamp went out, Ryan let them stay inside by a portable heater. Of course I got up every few hours to check on them. They were asleep.
The point is, they have become kind of like a mall watching activity of ours. They have personalities, and you can almost hear them:
the big one- I'm awesome, I'm awesome
the pretty one- like, oh my gosh, you totally picked at your poo
the follower- where did he go? where did he go? I'm lost.
the scavenger- food, food, wood shaving, poo- eww, food, food...
the jock- watch this guys (pathetic attempt at flying)
Anyway, they are fun fun!
That is until yesterday.
Then today, Fluffy Fluff Fluffy Fluff (guess who named that one) flew the coop. I can't decide if she really disliked her name, or she fell in love with a hawk and the two of them wen to live in harmony elsewhere.
So now, we are down to four.
Which will give us 20 eggs a week... plenty..... that is, if they don't become birds and peck my eyes out. My Mr. probably won't let me keep them then.