Monday, February 19, 2007

Chickens After Dark

Chickens put themselves to bed, which is one of the things I love about chickens. I have to tuck in the gents, tell the lovely ladies it's lights out time, call the cats. But the chickens put themselves to bed. Unless, of course, they fly over the chicken yard fence into the big back yard. It wasn't quite as dark as it seems in the photos, but the chuckly biddies were sure happy when I opened the gate to their yard so that they could waddle their way back to the coop. Why can they fly one way but not the other?

Today, loving husband and I decided to put an end to their sport, especially since last week an escapee made it into the neighbor's yard while I was gone and had to be chased by my very dedicated friend B. This afternoon we clipped their wings. Easier than giving the gents a haircut. Loving-but-not-so-sure-about-the-chicken-thing husband held the chickens for me while I clipped, and he was visibly relieved that it wasn't completely awful and thinks that chickens might not be so bad after all.

For directions on clipping a chicken's wings, complete with diagram and pictures, click here. Another set of directions here, with tips on how to hold the chicken and emergency directions in case you clip the wrong feathers and your chicken starts to bleed to death.

A couple weeks ago we put a glass egg in the nest box and started getting eggs within a few days. First Hattie with her dark brown eggs, then Lucy, whose eggs are a light pinkish-tan. Ethel has finally started laying too, eggs the same color as Lucy's, so we're getting 2-3 eggs per day. Sweet husband was absolutely charmed when he collected an egg still warm.

Wonder what he'll think when I tell him that now I want pigs too?


Jenny in Ca said...

Hi, just found your blog. I love the name of your blog, I have always loved pooh! We are a homeschool family in a normal neighborhood with a normal backyard...but we have chickens too! I really enjoy them. I love just watching them glide around the yard. I have clipped wings too, and we all survived. Glass eggs? where do you get them? we've tried painted rocks, but the hens were not fooled. (we have 5 hens)
I am enjoying my visit, have a great week!

Cathy said...

Aw, thank you!

I stole the glass egg from my daughter. She got several from a friend...maybe she got it from one of those paint-your-own-pottery places around Easter?

My mother-in-law tossed a plastic golf ball into the nest box before I replaced it with the egg.