I know everyone hates my chicken posts, but back on the urban homestead, I've got a chicken that has gone broody and won't get off a clutch of eggs. I don't need any baby chicks right now, so when I tried to take her eggs, she pecked the crap out of my arms.
Then my rooster, Liberace, ambushed me from behind when I was trying to "encourage" her out of the nest.
By encourage, I mean I had a broom and I was trying to push her out of the box. Then I got a stick and piece of PVC pipe and I'm telling you, this chicken is not moving. You can't get your arms anywhere near her or she will take a chunk out of you.
You'd think I was trying to make her babies into omelets.
Since she's so determined, I'm just going to go with it and see what happens.
This is what my five week old turkeys look like now. I'm sad that the third one died, but so glad we still have two. I hope they are girls again. Turkeys are the nicest birds I've ever had. They are so friendly and will "talk" to you.
The meat chickens are finally old enough to go outside and they love it. They are running from one side of the enclosure to the other, taking dirt baths, and pretending to spar with each other. These are definitely not the breed we normally get and I'm not seeing a lot of meat on them. I think Bob is going to disappointed with this breed.
I like them as birds, since they actually act like birds, unlike the frankechickens we normally get, but I don't think they are going to get big enough to eat by the time they reach maturity. We ate our last meat chickens at 6-7 weeks and these guys are puny by comparison. Just by looking at them, I'd say we'll be lucky to have any meat on them by 12 weeks. It's going to be a long, hot summer for these guys.
Speaking of long, hot summer, I'm hammering out details for survival with the children. I'm joining Lifetime Fitness again in June.
I've enrolled Sarah, Gregory, and Austin in basketball again. Amanda is taking a Hip Hop class and I'm also looking into sending her to an art camp for a week if there are any openings.
Greg is in the process of scoring the condo down in Del Mar, again. He's also talking about going to Michigan again.
He told me last night, "I'll just drive out with the kids and you can fly in and meet us since you have to work."
He said it as if that would be a punishment to me. So let me get this straight. He'll drive 39 hours with the four kids, and I'll jump on a plane and be there in 7 hours? 7 hours by myself?
That totally works for me.