We had a chicken die this spring, which left us with just 3 layers. Not enough eggs for this las huevas eating family. I’ve been wanting more hens, but our current chicken tractor was maxed out. And since Renaissance Man has been wanting to work on some of his own projects (It seems like I keep coming up with more for him just as soon as he finishes another. Poor man.), it was agreed that I would look for a cheap used coop.
Finally, I found one this weekend.
And it came with 2 laying chickens. Score!
I’m thrilled at how beautiful these birds are. What I’m not so thrilled with is the design of my cheap coop. Yep, you guessed it. Kathleen jumped the gun in her excitement before thinking to ask some qualifying questions. You know. Where’s the adventure in thinking things through? Sigh.
Since this chicken palace does not have a run (a caged area for the chickens to hang out until Soccer Boy sets them free on the property in the morning), we stuck the girls in this hand-me-down dog kennel I thought I might raise broilers (chickens you eat) in. Whoa. Okay. I think that was a run on sentence. I apologize Mrs. Crouser (my High School writing teacher). I could go back and clean it up, but where’s the fun in that? You might think I was trying to impress you with my perfection. Nope. Not gonna do it. You must know the truth, my dear friends. I know, it’s difficult to see my flaws, but you’ll find out sooner or later. And you know, sometimes, I just got to write a bad sentence. Smile. It’s freeing really.
Okay. Back to chickens. And just so you know, I am aware of my constant use of the word ‘okay’. I’m sorry if it offends. I apologize if it drives you crazy. Go ahead. Yell at the screen and let me have it. Feel better? Okay. Moving on. 🙂
The new girls will stay in the dog kennel for a couple of weeks. Two reasons really. One: protection. Once these beauties meet up with the current flock, feathers are sure to fly. Chickens must establish the pecking order and that can get messy. If the new gals are kept behind bars for awhile, the old birds (I’m sorry to have to call you that girls) will kind of get used to seeing them around and thus less feathers taking to the air.
Two: To rule out any diseases they may be carrying. Don’t want to lose the rest of my hotties to some illness the newbies might bring in. It’s a quarantine.
So, there you have it. We’ve got birds. Okay, we already had some, but it sounded cool. Next stop? The feed store to buy some baby chicks. We’re going to buy some Americaunas (hens that lay green and blue eggs). I’m so excited.
What do you think? What should we name our two new lookers?