Saturday, June 27, 2009

Summer is here

It's hot, it's muggy, and the blackberries are in bloom. I LOVE, absolutely LOVE walking in the evenings picking blackberries along our property line. Not because of the thorns that stick me, or the mosquitos that thick my bug spray is barbeque sauce on the blood buffet that I am to them, but because of the scenery, and the simpleness of it all.

It's so quiet and serene. And it feels so nice and satisfying to pick big fat blackberries and pop them in your mouth knowing their are no chemicals on them or illegal workers out picking them so you can pay an exorbinant fee at the grocery store. Nope, they are fresh picked and shoved whole in my mouth. Yum!

On the chicken front, got rid of all the Cochins except Coach (the big roo who desperately needs some girls of his own aka a new home) and my inlaws roo next door that hasn't started crowing yet.

I still have tons of little mutt chickies of my inlaws that could use a new home. 5 for $10, anyone want them? They are Rotisserie's children if you have seen pics of her on here.

I have been throwing those blocks of blue ice things in the coops to help cool things down a bit. Then switch them out halfway through the day for fresh ones. Not sure if the chickens have realized what they are for.

Oprah is broody again. I locked her out of the chicken house today and she's not too happy about it. She keeps looking up at the house door dreaming of the eggs in there she doesn't have!

Some of my babies are starting to sweeten up to me. I've noticed when they are first hatched, they tend to be antisocial to me unless they are singled out for several days on their own (in own cage). But when they hit about 1.5 months or so, they start to figure out that I'm not such a bad person--I mean, look at all the goodies I bring!

Pork Chop, the blue Partridge colored Bow-tied Showgirl that my husband named (because of the hair on her face) will jump on my lap and sleep. She doesn't mind her body being rubbed either.

My little splash, Bobbi, is starting to figure out the lap thing. And she watches the coop door. She wants to run and eat grass. I'm scared though, after the whole hawk situation. She's bigger then the other baby, but I'm pretty sure that ballsy hawk would try to take off with her!

And today, I sat on the coop floor, which I don't normally do and Pork Chop jumped in my lap and everyone started coming over to see what was going on and what was so cool about my lap. The little buff colored Showgirls are starting not to flinch when I pet them, which is good. And the blue sibling to Bobbi, stopped flinching and just crawled up on my legs and put her head down and made sweet little sounds as I stroked her feathers.

I think I'm going to have to go back out there with strawberries and relax a bit more before we go to the movies.

Monday, June 22, 2009

I'm feeling quite guilty and sad.

After work I like to go sit by the coop and let the chickens run for a bit. Their pens are filled with sand, so it gives them a chance to run and eat grass and catch bugs. We have a baby coop next to the big coop that we currently keep all the little babies in.

So a couple of days ago I let out EVERYONE all 45 of them. (The 6 Cochins stay out most of the day.) Everything went fine and everyone was happily chirping. Sold two and then was down to 43.

Second time I let them out, Coach our large rooster, killed one of my inlaws mutt chickies. So we now have to lock him up when we let out the little ones. I think he's mad that this is Helmet's flock and not his.

So today we are down to 42, well until about 10 minutes ago. I had everyone out. The teenage Silkies & Showgirls were trying to sit on my lap and watching my every move and I was watching and checking on everyone to make sure all were healthy and happy. (Even had a fan going to try and cool them off!) Then I hear Helmet scream and everyone drop. A small hawk flew out from behind me and picked up a chick and took off. By the looks of it and counting heads, I think it was a little black showgirl. The hawk grabbed it and flew back over the house as I screamed at it.

The teenagers were in shock, hiding under my table and looking at me. The babies, most laying flat against the ground, soon jumped up and ran for their coop. Everyone's freaked out. I'm freaked out. Actually, I'm upset. I feel guilty.

I know I shouldn't. I was trying to let them have some fun as they love running and eating grass and grabbing bugs, but I feel horrible that this happens on my watch. I think we are going to have to start moving them inside the run (taking the house off of it) to the grassy areas. It's not as big, but it's the only thing I can do at the moment. Maybe eventually we'll buy a covered gazebo we'll let them play in in the evenings.

So now I'm down to 41 chickens.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Waiting for the sun to go down

Well Coach (big Cochin roo) has come in to his own and he REALLY wants the ladies and if he catches one, well he won't give her a break.

My FIL, who lives next door is going to take him and all the lil cochins over to his house and let them live there.

I found an egg on the coop floor yesterday. Noone lays eggs on our coop floor unless they are a newbie, so I'm wondering if one of the white ones did it. Of course, Oprah layed her egg outside the box this week, but it was still in the house.

Pulled the new Silkies & Showgirls poofs up into pony tails so they could see better. They acted like their was a whole new world out there. They are def. moving faster now.

I have two Cochin Roo chicks I need to sell, one is about 2-3 months old and the other is about 4 months old. One is black and the other grey.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

To the one who left me a message: Rhonda69/Jack

If you are in the Jacksonville, Fla area you are welcome to come by.

You'd be suprised the number of people nowadays who actually keep chickens in their home. If you had 1-2 Silkie/Showgirls you could probably do it pretty easy. There are people nowadays who sell chicken diapers so that you can keep them inside. If you go on www.backyardchickens.com there are all kinds of amazing people.

One couple said they have a rooster that lives in their house and doesn't crow unless they tell him to. He even crawls in bed with them at night!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Tons of new ones

Well the white Silkies & Showgirls are doing good they are getting used to the spoiled life. For the most part they can't even see what's right in front of them. One of the Showgirls is a little more boisterous than the others. If my hand comes in the cage she's a running to see what I have.

I gave them a bowl of yogurt the other day and the white ones have gotten so used to the treats they didn't even hesitate they just dipped their heads-fro and all-right into the bowl to grab some. Oh they loved it.

Monday night I heard some chirping and some flop, flop, flop in the incubator. A little Showgirl hatched, like 3 days early! I have it's sibling egg still in there waiting to hatch.

I have about 15 chicks in the brooder in the frontroom. ($10-$15 for a Showgirl chick if you want one!)

And in other news our big Cochin is a rooster. He has started crowing and is quite upset that he is not the dominant roo. So much so that he doesn't want us to hold him anymore. He needs a new home!