Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Our mutual distrust

The chickens and I do not get along.  Actually, a coop full of them make me very nervous.  There.  I said it.  I am a chicken farmer who is afraid of her chickens.  I'm guessing there is no support group for me.

Sure, a chicken is adorable when it is only a few days old.

What is to be afraid of?

But those cute little chicks grow.  At four weeks, they are no longer cute.

This is the age when you will last see me or my kids pick up a chicken.  And then it is only because we need to move them to their permanent home.

At that point, our previously negotiated terms of agreement kick in.  (Yes, I do talk to the chickens as they grow.)  I promise to:

1. Supplement their diet with treats from the garden.

2.  Give them a nice big yard to scratch around in.

3.  Keep Roy the Wonder dog tied up when they are enjoying said yard.

4.  Leave them alone when they are sitting on a clutch.  (This one is really for me.  There is not a chance in this world that I will put my hand under a chicken to mark or collect her eggs.)  I don't have a photo of a hen in the nest, as I leave them alone when they are sitting on a clutch.

In return, the chickens promise to:

1.  Lay eggs.  Not in the yard.  Not under a tree.  Not in a boat.  Not with a goat.  Not on a train, but they should in the rain.

Ok, that's pretty much all they promise to do.  I would prefer that they not fly anywhere near my head, but they are tough negotiators.  I couldn't get them to agree to it.

One addendum has been made to this contract.  It has to do with the roosters.

We don't intentionally get roosters.  We order 25 hens.  Too bad it's not an exact science.  We ALWAYS get at least one rooster in the mix.  They are allowed to stay as long as they play nice and act like a hen.  As soon as one looks to be getting too big for his britches and attacks a human, into the "rooster and noodles" he goes.

So, the chickens keep one eye on me

and I will keep one eye on them.  And we'll all live happily ever after.

Have a lovely, egg-filled day!


  1. Haha, this is awesome! My mom always talked about having chickens so she could have her own eggs. She hasn't done anything about it yet, and I doubt she would actually keep up with it. Sounds like a lot of maintenance, but great if you're dedicated.


    1. If we had a better set-up, it wouldn't be nearly so complicated. It's a 100 year old coop. Plus, our dogs are not good chicken farm dogs.
      Your mom would be much better off.
      Thanks for stopping by!

  2. So much fun! Just stopping by from Anne's TALU and enjoyed your blog...and the chickens too.

  3. Love it Coop! My hens and I have contracts, as well. They are constantly breaking them, though. For instance, they have yet to clean up their coop. Not even once!

    Anyway, thanks (as always) for linking up with the TALU!)

    1. Lazy bums, they are!

      And, as always, thanks for hosting.

  4. Personally, I think Roy is pretty lucky he only needs to contend with chickens. Our Tyler once had an up close and personal encounter with a rafter/flock of wile turkeys out in the back yard. Those things are GINORMOUS!! And since they're not "family," there was no chance of getting them to agree to ANY form of contract. ;)

    1. A friend of ours had $800 damage to his truck when a wild turkey ran into it. I can't even imagine what our dogs would do with a whole mess of turkeys! I would pay good money to see it, though!

  5. What a fun post! I'm glad I found you through TALU.

  6. Got one of those roosters myself right now! Stopping by from Anne's TALU. Thanks for the smile you put on my face!

    1. Thanks for stopping by!
      Those roosters are certainly pretty, but they need to behave!

  7. lol - I'll keep this in mind if we start raising chickens, which my husband is seriously thinking about doing. (talu)


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