How does a nearly four year old remember life on a farm so vividly two years ago?
“We need to get goats,” she says casually.
“We can’t have goats here,” I replied, “but guess what we are getting?”
“How will we get milk?” she exclaims!
“We are getting sheep though.” she continues.
“Uh, we can’t have sheep here.”
She sighed as if mustering patience for me. “But I love sheep!” she exclaims again.
“We are getting chickens!” I said brightly.
She told me all about chickens and how we get their eggs and take care of the chicks and feed them. The sunny opening of the soon-to-be shed beckons and I can nearly see the ladies pecking the ground in the sunlight, rolling in the dirt, and having their lively conversations. Today we go to the feed store and reserve our chicks. Two of our favorite breeds were our originals, Golden Buffs and Jersey Giants. Neither breed is very interested in flying the coop and they are dang near cuddly. They are also great layers.
Trying to appease the child I said, “Well, I think we can have ducks…”
“Oh good! We’ll get a little swimming pool for them again..” Maryjane told me how we will care for them and did some quacking for good measure. My goodness, what a memory.
Once a Farmgirl, always a Farmgirl.
We saw the sign on the door of Big R (our local farm store) as we walked in, “Chicks arrive July 31st!” We have never taken home chicks mid-summer but it made rather good sense. Just a day or so earlier Doug was talking to someone who told him that if we get chicks in the summer they start laying in mid-winter when many of the girls have slowed production. After losing three chickens last week and the others on strike, we figured we better get some more chickies.
I think it is absolutely fabulous that places like Denver and Colorado Springs allow chickens. The fact that they only allow eight and four birds respectively is baffling to me, however. What would one do with four birds? Should one die, or go broody, or the others stop laying for winter, or whatever the situation may be, it would be hard to keep enough eggs coming in! Plus I seem to have a chicken addiction. Not an addiction to eating them, but rather to watching their antics and having them around. So Saturday our numbers jumped to twenty five and secured our permanent place in the country.
We went in to the enclosure to pick out our new chicks and cooed and chased down the cutest and fluffiest ones then would give them a kiss before putting them in the travel box. Both of us, completely smitten by the little birds. The burly salesmen eyed us as if we might be from the city…or Mars.
The house has more charm with chirping in the air. The little fluff balls running about the bathtub are adorable and in the middle of winter our teenagers and ducks, plus these ten layers will provide, not only priceless entertainment, but numerous meals with farm fresh eggs.