Chicken shack
posted in Family, Fun Stuff, OmegaDad, OmegaDotter, OmegaMom |I said "No" to the horsie idea.
I said "No" to the plan to get goats.
But OmegaDad recently read Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Mineral: A Year of Food Life
Now, I will tell you a great secret.
I have wanted chickens for quite a while.
Yes! Really!
I swoon for Silkies and Sultans. I wist for Gold-laced Wyandottes. I pine for Polishes. I yearn for Yokohamas.
Fifteen years ago, I wouldn’t have known one from the other. But then I met up with OmegaDad. And he started hauling me off to county and state fairs. And I discovered these way kewl fluffy chickens. All of them owned by darling gap-toothed ten-year-olds who would cuddle them on their laps (when they weren’t cuddling their equally adorable flop-eared bunnies in the bunny barns). The chickens were soft and fluffy and friendly (lots of handling!), and I wuz sunk.
So when OmegaDad broached the subject of chickens to me, I said…yes.
Behold. OmegaDotter with two (yes, TWO!) cream-colored silkie chicks:
OmegaDotter putting the Buff Orfington into the makeshift chick coop in the garage:
"Mommy" proprietarily gazing upon her flock:
The Sign:
So. The Omega Flock consists of two cream-colored Silkies, one buff Orfington, a gold-laced Wyandotte, a Brahma of some sort, and a Comet (?) of some sort.
The plan is that OmegaDotter is to take care of these creatures (with assistance, of course), and when they start laying eggs, she is to gather the eggs. We will pay her $2 per dozen. She is welcome to sell any more than one dozen per week to the neighbors for whatever price she can get.
There is also a thought of a gap-toothed six-year-old maybe entering a hen into the state fair. First, though, we need to make sure they (a) live and (b) lay the eggs.
The dotter was absolutely beside herself with delight. Last night at bed time, she kept bouncing up and saying "Chickens! We have chickens! I’m so happy!" We will see how long that lasts!
