by Meredith Chilson
Photos by author
Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamed of chickens. Not the hundreds of white chickens that her mother raised for “egg money,” but colorful chickens that were delivered by the postman … just like in Margaret Wise Brown’s Little Golden Book The Seven Little Postmen.
The girl grew up, became a teacher, had a family and a home of her own and yes, raised chickens. She bought them from the local feed stores sometimes, swapped with her neighbors, and many times watched her own hens raise broods. But … she still had a vision of a box of chickens carried on a mail truck. Yes, I’m the girl that dreams of chickens arriving in the mailbox. In February, when I was poring over seed catalogs, I also checked out hatchery catalogs. I read catalogs like magazines—cover to cover, because I always find something new and interesting.
|Speckled Sussex chick|
Before I ordered, I gave myself some guidelines. I would only order a dozen chicks and those would be pullets. I have a fairly small coop, so space is limited, and I raise hens for eggs. I don’t need a rooster. (Although if one or more of these new ones turn out to be roosters, that’s fine, too.)
I like heavy, friendly hens with fairly small combs that won’t be affected by our occasional sub-zero winter temperatures. My new girls needed to be brown egg-layers. And colors! I wanted different colors to complete my flock, too.
|Chickens arriving in The Seven Little Postmen|