December 21, 2003
Sunday Chicken Blogging
These chickens are growing like they are infected with radiation. The bantam breeds are starting to look like a fine idea. The chickens are only one month old but they were sick of the downstairs shower. They had also finished their bag of of starter food.
So this city girl broke down and assembled the coop. The chickens are very very happy -- as are the cats because the coop sits in front of the patio doors. No cat slept last night.
Before they got into their new coop, we let them explore the yard. Here they are. I think we have one rooster and two hens. I am hoping beyond reason that the rooster never learns to crow so we can keep them all.
You know why a chicken coop has two doors? If it had four it would be a chicken sedan.
Okay, at the risk of personal embarassment, when I was growing up in the Persian Gulf, I had a pet chicken named Hobo -- because he just showed up one day.
He would walk with me to school and home again. He was a great pet. He got plucked and fried when he pooped one too many times on the front steps and my dad slid down on his back running out the door late to work.
Some Arab family had a fine bird for supper one night, long ago, when I was nine. I was sad. I still contemplate therapy over the whole ordeal.
Posted by: Erick Erickson at December 21, 2003 06:17 PM (Permalink)city dude: roosters don't "learn to crow".
It's called instinct.
Posted by: degustibus at December 21, 2003 07:03 PM (Permalink)