The chickens arrived two weeks ago. The day they moved in, spirits were up. After much thought, I named my hen Suzette after my friend from Texas who was staying with us.
|Lucas, My Techie, Human Suzette and Weiner Sister - Goldie|
My Suzette chicken has proved to be a fighter. As I write this, she is the only survivor from that first batch of four laying hens!
|Our First Fowl Fab Four|
On Chicken Day Two, it was devastating to find that the Weiner Sisters nabbed the chicken named Trouble after she "flew the coop." Trouble earned her name because it was obvious from the get-go that's what she was … TROUBLE ... with a capital “T” and that rhymes with “P” and that stands for Poor-Dead- Chicken! You guessed it; The Weiner Sisters treated themselves to a chicken snack.
|"I'll have the extra-large fresh chicken snack for two"|
Once Trouble was officially kaput, my husband drove Daniel to the Feed Store for a replacement chicken that he named Junior. The stress of that day lifted as we collected egg after egg. Days later, Lucas’s chicken, named Dinner, laid an egg and died right there next to the laying box. That was an unexpected surprise, but at least we did not have to see her struggle in the dog’s mouth. Dinner was dead-gone and we were left scratching our heads like talons on fresh dirt. Was it the heat? The feed? Perhaps it was shock due to The Weiner Sisters licking their chops at their coop all day?
Up until then, we created a few good family memories gathering around in the afternoon watching the ladies peck and do the Chicken Dance. Daniel cooked up our first dozen eggs from the Cape Cod Coop and they were tasty. Still, we did not know why Dinner bit the dust. Why did she die while on her last egg? Why?Before we could discover that answer, about a week later, I returned home from work. Excitedly, I checked for eggs and found two fresh eggs and ANOTHER dead chicken. It’s The Little Hen House of Horrors, I tell you! At this point Daniel sadly said, “Can we just give those last two chickens away and forget that this whole thing ever happened?” Hmmm.
Sprits were down. We felt sad and frustrated. We spent hundreds of dollars and hours of labor setting up our darling Cape Cod Coop. Now ,all we had were three dead chickens and a dozen scrambled eggs to show for it. Farumph!
|On a lighter note, my tomatoes are alive and healthy|
|Despite the sad chicken start, old girlfriends had fun that weekend :0)|