Creating a little farm on the outskirts of a suburb wasn’t something we had in our dreams when we bought this house. We were simply looking to get out of town. Town was noisy and crowded and not private. We missed the country setting that we both grew up in. So we bought a house with a bit over an acre of land. Thought we could grow a garden, get a dog, and have room for the kids to run around. And that’s how it was at first.
I don’t exactly remember what made us think that getting a few chickens would be a great adventure. Maybe we thought it would make us feel more like we were in the country. And we dove right in. I – the research queen – found great information online via chicken forums (who knew there was such a thing?), checked to make sure it was legal where we live, and decided yes, this is something we could do. Greg set about building a nice coop and I made an order for day-old female chicks at the local farm store. I agonized over which breeds of chickens to get and settled on an assortment. There are many, many varieties and colors to choose from. Unfortunately the farm store messed up the order and we got not only different breeds than I ordered, but a rooster. Exactly what we did not want. That rooster ended up in a pot one fateful Valentine’s day but that’s a story for another time.
Chicks in a Box Chicken Coop Bad Mean Rooster
Getting chickens was so much fun! The kids loved it, their friends loved it, and we enjoyed watching ‘chicken t.v’ every day. They are funny creatures and a great starter farm animal because they are easy to take care of once you have a shelter and fenced area for them – and it doesn’t have to be fancy because they just poop all over it anyway. We were so thrilled when we finally started getting fresh eggs, they are so much better than store bought. The manure they produce is amazing for gardens and flower beds too.
For awhile I thought we were the neighborhood oddballs for doing this, but lately I’ve heard the sound of roosters not very far off, and I saw someone’s escaped hens puttering around in a front yard across the street last week. That made me smile.
How did it all start for you? Are you just wishing or in the planning stage?