Chickens: Week 2
by Ashley Weeks Cart
Shit is getting REAL with the chicks. And it’s not just because we find ourselves up to our eyeballs in chicken manure every morning. These birds sure are regular.
Feathers are coming in. We’re going through the awkward teenage phase, if you will.
And thanks to these feathers, flight is now possible. And happening.
As soon as the top comes off their cage for cleaning, it’s a flurry of feathers and peeps and suddenly there are six chicks perched here and there, pooping all the while.
They drive Hanna absolutely insane. We can’t quite tell if she desperately wants to mother them or destroy them. But either scenario would involve enthusiastically putting them in her mouth, resulting in their demise. So we have to keep them separated for the time being. We’ll let them duke it out when the hens are big enough to stand a fighting chance.
Our downstairs bathroom has officially become the chicks lair. I look forward to when they can move to their permanent diggs up in our barn. Far less noise and mess. These girls are wacky, I tell ya.
But as a counterpoint to all that mess and noise, they have provided such fun for our whole family. Sunny absolutely delights in them. And once their producing farm fresh eggs and I can make homemade ice cream without having to cook a custard, it’ll be even more worthwhile.
Like any good mother, I will love them despite how horrendously ugly the next few weeks of their lives shall be. Teenage chickens are even more unslightly than the human variety.
And now I’m off to a wedding further north in Vermont. It’s time to get my bridesmaid on and celebrate the marriage of two of the smartest, weirdest, most wonderful people we know. Their weirdness rivals mine and James’, and that is why we love them so. I’ll even have a DIY project to show for the celebrations. Happy weekend!
Photos: Courtesy of Ashley Weeks Cart