by Karla T.
I never wanted chickens. Well, I never used to want chickens. Now I’ve found that they are a bit like potato chips. They’re addictive and you can’t stop with just one.
20 years ago when I was engaged to my husband, Bill, he would tease me by saying that he wanted to be a farmer and move to his father’s childhood home and raise chickens and goats. I would get so mad at him! There was no way that I, city girl that I was, would ever live on a farm!
The joke was on me, because 8 years ago we did indeed move to his old family homestead which included an old farmhouse and two barns. We’re raising our 3 children (17, 10, and 8) in the very small town that he grew up in. How small? We only have one traffic light! : ) I love it here and I can’t think of another place that I’d rather bring up my children.
Bill decided that we needed chickens so I threw myself into reading, researching and choosing. We decided to order by mail from a hatchery and our first chickens were delivered to us in the Spring, three years ago. I was very nervous but it went off without a hitch.
They arrived at the local post office in a very LOUD box and they called us right away to come in and pick them up. Interestingly, the postal worker was waiting for her own box of chickens to be unloaded when we arrived to pick up ours.
I find it fascinating that the chicks can safely be shipped without food and water. This is because they absorb the yolk before they hatch and it sustains them for about three days.
Once they arrived we brought them home to the incubator that my husband made. It was stocked with waterer, feed and a heat lamp. I picked up each chick and checked its vent to make sure that it wasn’t blocked with poo (called pasting up) and then dipped it’s beak in the water and let it go. I don’t think we got much done for days since watching chicks is better then any movie or TV show.
I’m looking forward to sharing our chickens, coop and stories with all of you!