This Thursday the Merrimack Library Trustees (of which I am one) are holding a Turkey Shoot.
Honestly, I don’t know if this is a New Hampshire thing or not, but having grown up in Connecticut I can truthfully tell you that I have never attended a “Turkey Shoot” (nor had I *ever* attended a wedding where they played that “Chicken Dance” song – don’t even get me started about that one.)
By definition a “turkey shoot” is: noun, informal
1. a situation, typically in a war, in which one side has an overwhelming advantage.
Nope, no birds are going to be injured in this event (except the ones that are already frozen), instead what we’ll be doing is holding raffles for all the parts of a holiday turkey dinner including: Continue reading
When you choose to live with chickens (or with any other living creatures), you choose to embrace life as it comes at you.
Let’s face it, life is real. Life is also not fair. Things die, they get hurt, and chicks move away and then don’t come home for Thanksgiving (ahem.) It can all be very painful, but in the end, life moves forward.
It always does. It’s the way things are supposed to be, it’s just that when you choose to share your life with others, it gets amplified.
Again and again. Continue reading
This post is about killing a chicken, if that upsets you or if you don’t want to read any further then turn back now.
Spoiler alert – it ain’t pretty.
For those who are on the Storm-watch, she continues to do well. During the day she’s in a protected playpen with her 2 best buds, and at night, she still comes inside the house to roost. This weekend, I’m going to build a safe zone for all things bantam. (I’m thinking just a box, like a wire trap with an opening just sooo high to allow the littles in but keep the big girls out.)
One of my concerns is how things will be when Storm starts laying eggs (which could be any day.) I imagine there might be a bit of tearing in the area and will be keeping a close eye on that.
With regard to my little Violet who died of similar injuries this summer, Violet died when I was at a meeting so I didn’t see her (you try holding tears back at a board meeting) but I was told that she stood up, stretched her leg and then toppled over.
I don’t know about you but that sounds like a heart-attack to me (which could have been brought on by a massive infection.) In any event, I am not seeing any behavior like that from Storm, in fact, she is just as active and perky as she was before her injuries. If I were a magic 8 ball, I’d say “everything points to YES.” Continue reading
For those of you on the “Storm Watch” – Storm continues to get stronger every day. Her butt is scabbed over and while there is still a lot of skin exposed, it’s on its way to healing.
She is also getting stronger and stronger, in fact on Friday she literally decided to test her wings and, as Bantams are prone to do, flew across the room attracted to a mirror that was on the other side.
No, Storm, you need to stay put. Continue reading
One of our bantams is in Chick-ICU.
Although our three “this-season-new” bantams seemed to be getting along with the rest of the flock, (they’ve spent nights in the coop and then during the day free ranged with the crew along with having access to their own private food and water) yesterday I discovered something that broke my heart.
The black frizzle and the blonde one (named “Simba” by my daughter) were untouched, but our grey feathered bantam, the leader of the mini pack was viciously attacked by the others. Resulting in her butt feathers being picked clean and her bum area bloody and raw.
Just like they did with Violet.
It’s difficult not to get angry at my flock for such violence.
It’s even more difficult for me to accept that this happened under my watch.
Again. Continue reading