My world isn't falling down
I am King of the Backyard
From sun up to sun down
My hens run in front of me
Turning up great bugs to eat
I am such a lucky rooster
Life here is such a treat
Years ago we began to have backyard chickens.
Only hens and just for eggs and garden pest eradication-
plus the bonus of sheer entertainment for us watching them.
At one point we only had two hens as we had "lost"
3 hens due to racoons, neighborhood dogs and hawks.
So Russell fenced the backyard and we got some
fertile eggs from a neighbor and I slipped the eggs under our
broody hens. 21 days later the chicks began to hatch
and as fast as they would hatch the hens would kill them.
What the heck? Fortunately, I rescued one chick and the
two last eggs not hatched. It was early morning and so I
went back to bed with the injured chick and two eggs with a
slightly warm heating pad. By the time I had finished the morning
paper the remaining eggs had hatched. Russell got a small box
and we placed the three chicks under a light bulb for warmth
with their water and chick food.
They thrived and grew and as the days went by we had
to get bigger and bigger boxes to accomodate their growth.
The last box was the largest moving box that we could find.
At that point they resembled popcorn as they attempted to fly.
We figured they were big enough to graduate from living
in a box in Russell's den and it was time to go to the coop.
The hens were a bit perplexed about the teenagers showing
up, but after a bit of adjusting the pecking order all was calm.
Until the chick that had been injured grew up to be a rooster.
HAH! There was a bit of chicken justice doled out to those hens.
Eventually we sent Rocky and his harem to our friends
farm as his crowing was beginning to bother some
of our neighbors. Now we just have hens and we replace missing
hens with young hens. We still love watching our hens scratch
around in the dirt eating up the slug eggs and being so cute in
their chicken social ways. Not to mention the very delicious
eggs that they give us.