Which do you want first, the good or the bad?
As I’ve said before, I prefer my bad news first, so I am going to extend you the same courtesy.
Earlier this week, I found a pile of white feathers a few feet off the back porch. This would normally mean that a hawk took off with a hen, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out who was taken. Both of the white roosters, Mama Showgirl, Little Miss No-Comb, Pocahontas, and the little white Americauna hen were all there!
Fast forward to the evening, we were out at our little coop getting a few things we needed to bring up to the house (I’ll tell you later), and Morgan noticed that Little Miss No-Comb was in the baby chick house underneath their ramp. As soon as he asked me if she was sick, I knew what had happened– those were her feathers! Immediately, we brought her up to the back porch and irrigated her wounds. We didn’t want to stress her little system out too badly, so we left her in quarantine until further evaluation in the morning.
I am very sorry to say, Little Miss No-Comb didn’t make it. Losses do get easier with time, but they still leave us with a rose in our throat and a knot in our tummy. The good news is that we didn’t put her through any undue agony last night, but I wish we would have known sooner.
I am so disheartened that I didn’t catch it, but I’m equally grateful that I caught Frenchie in time. She will be making her grand entrance back to the coop tonight, as a matter of fact. She had already tried to rejoin the flock once, but we have too many roosters, and they reopened her wounds. I anticipate another cull this week.
That’s a lot of heartbreak wrapped up in a few words. It’s almost enough to make you want to curl into the fetal position and eat cookies all day.
Our brand new residents!!! Welcome to The Good, everyone!
As you may recall, my New Year’s resolution was to stop purchasing all store bought meat. What I haven’t told you is that I failed miserably. We don’t raise enough chickens (yet) to sustain our family, and while I love elk, venison, and axis, this girl cannot live on red meat alone! So two weeks ago, I started buying chicken again. Thank goodness!
Revised Resolution: Shift to meat birds, and raise a ton of chickens!
Well, do you know what my precious husband brought me yesterday? Yes, you are right! Ten adorable Rhode Island Red chicks! All huddled together in their little cardboard box, just a peepin’ away.
But wait! There’s more!
Not only did he bring home baby hens, but he fulfilled a lifelong dream.
Are you ready?
I don’t think you can handle it.
Ten beautiful little flat billed, webbed footed, squishy, fluffy ducklings. I wish I could say I didn’t, but I definitely cried. He doesn’t know this yet, but my plan is to put diapers on all of them and keep them inside. You think it will work? I sure hope so! I have read that, unlike chickens, you can train your ducks with verbal commands. Oh, how I hope that is true.
Currently, the twenty babes are huddled together on the back porch. I am going to attempt a hen adoption in the next couple of days. Being raised by a mama always turns out a better bird, and I happen to have a very broody Americauna Mama who should be hatching her little ones any day now. I will keep you posted if all goes well. Cross your fingers everyone!