I’m no farmer, but I’ll try.
Most people know that I have chickens, and they are a part of our family. Some people think since I have them and are attached that I know all things chickens, or I wear a straw hat and walk around all day with hay in my mouth. This is not the case… But I do walk around outside talking to my chickens.
When we went to pick our girls out, they were only 4 weeks old and I had no clue about what I was doing. I had convinced myself that they wouldn’t live, or that they would all end up being roosters. Needless to say, they just celebrated their second birthday and are all still alive.
Well, I say alive because we had a touch and go situation this last week with my favorite girl Misha. The hubs came in one day last week explaining to me that something was wrong with her and I waved him off. I did so because he’s the one that usually suspects something before I do. I continued on about my day, ran some errands and then returned home. Upon my arrival, I was greeted by a man that had searched the internet and diagnosed my chicken. Misha was egg bound and I had no idea what in the world he was talking about. This was like a foreign language to me, and yes I did give him the blank face stare.
After watching the video, and inspecting her, I then agreed that this is what we were dealing with.
This is where we insert the next face of I am not doing what they said to do. Nope… Never… Not happening… You can do it, not me. I was then reminded that she was mine and that she hated my husband. I wouldn’t say hate, but she’s more mine than his.
I won’t go into everything, but it took a few days, a few baths, and some other things to get her back on her feet. Oh, by the way I did it all and got a huge great job as he didn’t think I would ever do what we did.
The whole time the family would joke with me that she was going to be dinner, and then I would, of course, get upset. They did this while we watched her, and waited for things to pass. So not cool of them to torment me.
I’m happy to report that Misha is back on her feet, healthy, and running around the yard as she is meant to be doing. She’s not happy about the cooler weather, but she’ll live and continue to make me a happy lady.
Now, since I say I’m not a farmer, you will never guess what’s on the list to get now. For years, I’ve been asking for a goat, and that idea gets shut down quick.
The other night while making sure the hens were put up and watching the dog run around the hubs says, “I’m thinking about getting a goat.” This was a mistake because I might not hear everything he says, but I heard that statement. Immediately I set out on my conquest of goat searching. Of course when you don’t want one you find a million of them. I’ve been researching and learning about them as I did with my chickens, and I’m prepared to add another member to our little homestead. Actually, I say one but in reality I mean two. They have to have a friend to join in on the crazy goat madness, right?
Stay tuned for that little fun factor as I shall keep you all updated. Until this happens, I will occupy my day with writing, working, and tending to my hens.