One of the tough things about keeping free range chickens is that you lose one now and then. It’s heartbreaking, but part of keeping a flock. For that matter, predators get to chickens in pens too. Last week, a dog made away with our gorgeous rooster, Big Bird. He was a handsome guy with an excellent disposition who took great care of his girls. In fact, we think he lost his life trying to protect Mattie, our barred rock hen. She lost a clump of tail feathers but is otherwise unharmed. My husband Paul who once told me he might not really be a chicken person (I think the picture above dispels that myth), misses Big Bird’s crowing and wants another roo. I miss Big too. He was our first rooster so we will remember him fondly.
Click on this link to see Big Bird in action: BigBirdCrows
We’ll need to find a new man for our hens soon. We don’t want to hatch eggs, but the girls miss their protector. They mooned around the coop for a day or two but are out foraging again now. The pickings will be good this spring since about ten percent of the female chicks that chicken lovers are buying now will turn out to be roosters.
Now some good news. Even if you’re not a chicken person, you may have noticed signs at hardware and feed stores recently saying CHICKS ARE HERE! And so they are. I was at Southern States Farm Co-op fetching supplies soon after we lost Big and there were 10 huge blue tubs, each containing hundreds of day old chicks. I tried to resist, picked up one, put it back. Did it again.
Then I may have blacked out because the next thing I knew I was cruising home with chicks, a brooder lamp and a sack of starter feed in the back of the Subaru. I won’t believe you if you tell me you can resist these little puff-balls!
They don’t live in the bowl. I just wanted to contain them for the photo session since they can escape in a matter of seconds. I think this lovely bowl, crafted by our friends at Mangum Pottery in Weaverville, shows the chicks off beautifully. They live in the laundry room in a plastic tub. There’s a brooder light to keep them warm since they don’t have mother hen to do the job. Paul built a wood framed screen that fits over the tub to keep our frustrated cat out of the picture. Her name is Ceci (it’s Italian for chick pea). She is a love, but instinct takes over when she sees little birds right in her own home. We’ll move them to the garage soon and once again, Ceci will rule the roost.