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by Karla T. Q. I have 10 chickens: five Silver Laced Wyandottes and five Buff Orpingtons, all born last February. I was going to get five Black Ameraucauna baby chicks this year and was wondering the best way to integrate them into the flock. If I have a broody chicken should I put the babies […]Read more »
by Rachel Hurd Anger Today, our hens are 19 weeks old, nearly old enough to begin laying. Waiting for the first egg is starting to resemble the end of pregnancy when all is go, and everyone calls daily to see if mama’s in labor. Essentially, we are waiting for an event that will […]Read more »
by Karla T. Q. Our hen is laying eggs on the floor. How to get her in the nesting boxes or doesn’t it matter? — Karen S., West Sunbury, Pennsylvania A. The main reason that I would say it does matter where they lay is that you want to be able to FIND them. For […]Read more »
by Jennifer Burcke I’ve officially crossed over to crazy chicken lady status. How do I know? Easy. I found myself standing at the stove this morning chopping apples and cooking oatmeal for the seven chickens who live at 1840 Farm. What has become of me? It’s been dreadfully cold here in the past week. So […]Read more »
My Rooster Stew by Meredith Chilson In the spring, I always seem to have some little chicks around. Some of those little chicks turn into “my girls”—the hens that I nurture and keep for eggs. The others—well, I keep them for a while, too. Those are the ones that grow the magnificent tail feathers and […]Read more »
by Rebecca Nickols I have two awesome teenage daughters, Lydia and Grace, and I now have 4 pullets—or teenage hens. The similarities between chicks and girls are more prevalent than you might expect. At least some of the quotes and phrases related to chickens that I’ve heard for years, now I can actually understand. I […]Read more »
There’s not much else like watching my little chickens in the snow. Poor little things without any shoes, eating smashed grains—cereal, essentially. Yeah, they’ll eat anything, and their grains provide all they need, but they’re animals who eat living things; they’re omnivores just like the people who keep them … trapped under a cold, depressing […]Read more »
by Jennifer Burcke We are deep in the holiday groove here at 1840 Farm. For weeks, the trees have been lit and decorated. Cookies have been baked and eaten. Handmade gifts have been unwrapped from under the tree. Christmas is behind us and New Year’s is staring us square in the face. The chicken coop […]Read more »
by Joy Currie I just came in from morning chores. It is that cold, dry kind of morning when the snow is squeaky under your boots, and the sky is a clear, cloudless blue. It’s the kind of morning when the temperature gauge says 6. It’s the kind of morning where the husband makes lots […]Read more »
Guest post by Candice Last Saturday, my son, daughter, and granddaughter all came over to help decorate the “real” Christmas tree. Since the back half of our property is sand, we grow our own. We all hiked back to the field and looked over this year’s selection. Hubby climbed under the branches and sawed off […]Read more »