Chickens and Puppies and Kittens, Oh My


| 1/13/2014 2:44:00 PM


Cultivating a DreamBefore last year, almost the only time I'd seen a chicken, was on my dinner plate. On August 1, 2013, I ordered 75 chicks.

I should have had my head examined.

After two dying within a day, and my dog Sam playing with one to death and me sobbing, we've pretty much kept the rest. (Although they are difficult to count.) I thought they would pasture and not eat chicken feed. Wrong. If I don't feed them twice a day at a specific time, they will fly in my hair and on my back and out of the fence as I approach them. This morning, we heard a knocking noise on our window. Our house is a quarter mile from the coop.

Feeding the chickens

"You're late. It's probably a chicken," Tom said.



Also, I didn't figure out the fact that we don't have pasture. Now we have mud. And lots of it.