Lesson 822 – Our worst fears

It is with a true sense of the bittersweet that I report:

“Houston, we do not have a problem.”

Our two copper maran juveniles spent last night in their “big girl beds” and, more importantly, they lived to tell about it this morning (visions of Violet haunted me all night.) The pair has spent weeks being integrated with the regular flock as they all free ranged on our lawn, however, after one disastrous session where they were pecked unmercifully in the coop, until yesterday, they’ve spent their nights in the solitary and yet complete protection of the “juvie-house”  (our rabbit hutch, now outdoor nursery.)

Last night, as it started to get dark, I asked the boys to put the chickens away.

Being boys, (and being very literal) they put all the chickens back into the coop, including my very dear Josephine and Mrs. (Mr.) Bucket.

Later in the evening, when I looked out to the coop, I realized their mistake.

“Ack,” I cried out. “You put my babies in with the big ones.”

“Relax, mom,“ said my son Trevor, who has never been one to cuddle up to any chicken older than 6 weeks, “they’ll be fine.”

It is important to trust your gut in this instance. I knew the chicks were old enough, I knew that they had each other, and I also knew that the coop had been checked for anything that might pose a hazard to the babes. It was time to let them be part of the flock. It was time to let them enter the group and to receive a few pecks or two so that all could determine their place in their new family.

But it was still hard.

As mama hens, do we ever stop worrying about our chicks when they leave the nest? Do we ever really fall into a deep sleep before we hear the front door close after they’ve come home at night?

Worrying is what we do, and as mama hens, boy, do we do it well.

And when, in the morning light, we see happy and healthy chicks, how relieved we are to realize that our worst fears did not come to pass.


Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com

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7 responses to “Lesson 822 – Our worst fears

  1. YAY! I was holding my breath as I read the title!

  2. Debbie

    The women were sitting at the table and the new mother was asking how long would it be until she could sleep through the night without having to check to see if her newborn baby was okay. The women all chuckled; the mother of the 5 yr old just starting school said she was so worried about her “baby” going off to school and what she would be learning. Cheryl shook her head and said ” Oh, when they go off to college there’s a whole new set of concerns. Where will he live, what will he be doing; will he make the right choices…I don’t know…” Grandma, who had been silent through all of this finally spoke up, “When your child retires from work then you start worrying about a different set of problems; is she financially stable, is she healthy enough to enjoy retirement, is she going to need to come back home?” PARENTS NEVER STOP “WORRYING.”

  3. Flock integration is hard. I have three to put in with the big girls, and I am dreading it.

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  5. OhioYarnFarmer

    I’m hearing you. It won’t be all that long before I’ll have to introduce this years’ chicks to our flock…

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