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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: BattleHymn on September 20, 2015, 08:31:13 PM
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Thu Mar 5, 2015, 10:34 AM
SwampG8r (9,004 posts)
know who has chickens?
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This dude right here.
2 barred rocks (alice and trixie)and 2 black rocks (Lucy and ethyl)
I bought a used coop and turned it into a 4 bedroom chicken mansion and after I was sure they were homed to it I opened the doors and my beautiful ladies now have the run of the back yard.
They spend the day taking dirt baths eating weeds and hunting bugs.
I got them at 8 weeks and we are around 20 weeks now.
Soon I will have fresh eggs and I have no shortage of people on my egg list.
Thu Mar 5, 2015, 11:04 AM
Star Member packman (3,549 posts)
1. For Gawd's sake - Don't give them names
my 11 yr. old named the chickens her parents had bought for eggs and when that time came for them to shuffle off their feathered core and go to that Great Roaster in the Sky (backyard actually) she was heartbroken.
Thu Mar 5, 2015, 08:21 PM
Star Member mopinko (44,656 posts)
3. my chickens all have names.
the legal fiction in chicago is that you can keep chickens as pets, but not as livestock. it you dont name them, it makes it harder to say they are pets.
not that that saved me from the city w 20some chickens, but it will help my case eventually.
arent they fun, tho?
my chickens are my pets right up until they are my dinner. they all come begging, and most let me pet them as long as there is food involved.
they just mesmerize my sometimes.
gonna hatch up some chicks this spring. i cant wait.
Mon May 4, 2015, 11:35 PM
Star Member mopinko (44,656 posts)
7. little over half.
3 of the little idiots managed to squeeze under the crock pot that i am heating the brooder with, and.....
wasnt too happy with the humidity in the incubator, but didnt get my rear in gear to fix that. i think that was a big bit of it. and waaaay too much peeking. i was so good until the eggs started chirping.
needed to keep them straight, breed and daddy-wise, so i was scooping them up and marking them as quickly as i could. also left them in the egg turner. makes it hard for them to rock out. next time i will put them in some little boxes of some kind so i can just let them be.
live and learn.
dont know what i would have done with them all if i had had a better hatch. having a tough enough time as it is deciding how many to keep. in enough trouble w the neighbors and the city.
but what the heck, in for a penny, in for a pound.
It must be a joy living next to such a slob.
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I only name the chickens that have a fate with doom. The rest just lay their eggs and we get along just fine.
I didn't built a coopdeville for the dispossessed.
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I name all my chickens after meals.
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I name all my chickens after meals.
"Dumplings"
General Tso
Kentucky Fried
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^Heh.
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... shuffle off their feathered core and go to that Great Roaster in the Sky ...
Geez! ::) If you're going to try to sound creative and cute, get the euphemistic circumlocution right! ::)
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This thread reminds me of our place. Mrs fatboy has a bunch of chickens, mostly silkies and a few old English game bantams. Anyway, two weeks ago Mrs fatboy had emergency surgery (with a 4 day stay) which left the kids and me to keep the chickens fed (food and water, that's it). But we are in the country so it's not big deal.
So on the day she was released, Mrs fatboy sent me a text asking me to check on the incubator in the basement. Instructions were to check temperature and water level. Well, I didn't even know we actually owned an incubator much less had it set up and with eggs. So, I locate said incubator and guess what there is a chick in there and another one piping. But I have to get over to the hospital so I just left things as is.
So we are in the hospital room, me and Mrs fatboy, waiting for the discharge papers and instructions. I casually mention that there are chicks in the incubator stupidly thinking that this would cheer her up. But this backfired miserably because you see there is a egg turner in the incubator that has to be removed several days before the hatch date. I didn't know this and the poor floor nurse had to finish the paperwork in lightning speed because Mrs fatboy now had to immediately rescue those chicks from the egg turner, which btw moves very slowly.
I learned a lesson that day, not sure it's interesting to repeat but lets just say I'm lucky to be alive.