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Raising Chickens Ruined My Social Life

JaymeNot that I had much of a night life to begin with, but I do have a rather busy social schedule. Cooking clubs, gardening and beekeeping clubs – girlfriends, etc. Friends and family are paramount to me. Shortly after getting a dozen hens, I planned a full day of visiting friends and family. I felt as guilty as a mom leaving her toddler for the first time. I kept worrying. I had just put them out in the coop a few nights ago, should I stay home to make sure they roost? Why don’t they go up to the roost box themselves, goofy goofballs. Why did I even get chickens? They smell.

chickens in coop

We had a lovely time out at a Car Show with our friends When they mentioned going out to eat afterwards, I felt a knot in my stomach. It was 7pm. Who’s gonna lock up the chickens? I tried to be polite and laugh and talk, but I was worried SICK over my girls, and could barely eat my cheeseburger, fries and rootbeer. I mean, I left one french fry on the plate for goodness sakes. I was just too upset to eat.

We didn’t get home until about 10:30. I ran to the coop. Literally. I counted them. They were all there and accounted for, and I’m sure that if we’d returned home five minutes later there would have been carnage.

Can’t even go out for a late night burger. Thanks chickens.

Helen scolded me like a teenager when I got home.

Helen the chicken

I rolled my eyes. GEEZ. I was right up in town. My cellphone was dead. I would have called. You shouldn’t worry so much. I was with friends!

charlie greene
1/22/2011 1:43:46 PM

Great story. I could actualy feel your anxiety flowing through the words....Sounds to me like the "Girls" were all tucked in for a great nights roost.......


chris davis
12/5/2010 11:03:21 PM

Let me share a story with you. In a country restaurant one Sunday after church, my cousin, who kept chickens, announced to all present that she was ordering some Cuckoo Dorkings. She pronounced the first part as coo coo. She then explained that she was doing this because it's so easy to tell the difference between the boys and girls. See, the girls all go Coo Coo, where as the boys all go Dork Dork! I'm sure the girls won't begrudge a night out once in a while since it gets them a night out also. But watch out for a coup d'état. Good luck with your blog. I hope you have great fun!


annie_2
6/26/2010 2:12:14 PM

Very funny!! Just found your blog... gonna enjoy reading it I can tell!


susan_7
5/17/2010 11:07:52 PM

Jayme, Great blog post! I have a friend who keeps ducks, geese, and chickens, and until I met her and started hearing and reading her stories about raising birds, I had no idea how individual each one was. I've never handled chickens or other birds, but can relate to worrying about my animals at home. The cats act like they haven't missed me, but I know better. The dogs wear their hearts on their hairy sleeves and have never not greeted me with exuberance. Welcome to Grit! Susan Close to the Earth in Alaska


veronica
5/14/2010 9:00:49 AM

That is so true. I hope to hear more from your blog.


beverly
5/12/2010 2:14:04 PM

I completely understand, Jayme, but your anxiety will decrease with time...hopefully. I moved from Houston to a much more rural area of Texas. Being a single mother of two, I didn't have much of a social life to begin with. Now with a vegetable garden, chickens and rabbits to tend, I'm finding I don't care to wander far from my backyard, anyway.


susan_10
5/12/2010 9:27:37 AM

LOVE your blog entry Jayme! Welcome to the world revolves around our chickens club :) I look forward to keeping tabs on you and your girls in the future! Great pix too, btw.. ;)


s.m.r. saia
5/12/2010 8:39:43 AM

I enjoyed this story! I'm afraid I'd be the same way! One of the reasons that I haven't gotten my chickens yet (there are several) is that I have yet to solve every possible chicken problem I could have. :0)


nebraska dave
5/11/2010 3:47:09 PM

Jayme, I chuckled at your bad night from leaving the “girls” home alone. I was never one to be too attached to chickens because …. well, they always turned into fried chicken on Mom and Dad’s farm. We really didn’t have chickens to lay eggs. Chickens are starting to creep into the Urban city backyards again. I remember living in the city during pre teens with neighbors that had chickens, tame rabbits, horses, and other animals. Then during the late sixties things began to change and big super market chain stores invaded the cities. Instead of gardens and rooster crowing in the morning, we heard the jingle of the milk man leaving milk on the porch and the paper being delivered to the front door. Instead of daily chores, weekly shopping at the super market became the replacement. We have gotten so far away from those days that now my grandson thinks French fries come from Mc Donald’s and doesn’t even know that they are made from a potato. I planted potatoes in my garden this year so he came experience where they come from. I’m quite sure he doesn’t have a clue where an egg comes from other than the refrigerator. Grandpa has a lot to teach this kid. I hope that you will get over your separation anxiety real soon so you can get back to a some what normal social life. Welcome to Grit blogging. I think you will like it here.