We all know that first came the chicken . . if we’re talking about the order in which the obsessions happened around here. I had wanted chickens since . . well, I guess all my life but when we lived out in the country in Kentucky is when I first began seriously begging for chickens. That got me nowhere. Vince did not want chickens! I didn’t give up though because for quite a few years, he had told me he didn’t want a dog and then he decided I could have a dog and we got Speck and Vince loved him from Day 1 so I knew it was just a matter of time before he decided we needed chickens.
We moved to Missouri and ended up smack dab in the middle of town and I was still begging for chickens. For two years Vince said “We should probably get chickens, but . . you know . . we live in town and can’t have chickens in town!” I fell for that line . . until one day I was talking with my mail man and don’t ask me how we got on the subject of chickens because I don’t remember . . just like I don’t remember how we got on the subject of his wife leaving him for another man and how she would tell him she was going to the grocery store but she was really meeting her lover and . . that was just a little too much information but . . we were talking about chickens one day and I said “I really want chickens but since we live in town, we can’t have them!” He said “You can too! I know lots of people in town with chickens!” Really? I raced in the house, looked it up on the internet and yes . . the rules were something like . . hens had to be 100′ from the neighbor’s property line, roosters had to be 200′ and you could only have so many chickens.
When Vince walked in the door . . I said “We ARE getting chickens!” and handed him a copy of the city ordinance. He was shocked . . and probably not in a good way. So, that is how our chicken raising began.
I was perfectly happy getting chickens in the spring . . going to Tractor Supply and looking at all the babies – promising each other when we walked through the door that we were there just to look . . not buying a single one . . no way! We almost always left with baby chicks. Now we’re overloaded with chickens. Not long ago, we said . . all we need are about 8 good laying hens. We have 30 chickens. Not all are hens, and not even all the hens will be good layers (I hope!).
Out of the clear blue . . the last thing on my mind was buying an incubator and hatching my own eggs . . when on Saturday, someone on Facebook asked if anyone wanted black Australorp hatching eggs. She is now selling them and was offering them to her friends first. I said “I would love to have some but I guess I need an incubator first!” Yes, she said . . you would need an incubator. Ordered on Saturday, arrived yesterday!
Now, I can’t stop looking at hatching eggs for sale online. I have eggs coming. I’m not even sure how many. The hatch rate for mail order eggs isn’t so great and with me being a beginner at this, my hatch rate may be zero but folks, if they all hatch . . Vince is not going to be a happy chicken daddy because either he is going to have to build a bigger coop or since there’s just two of us, we may have to move into one of the coops and give the chickens the house!
I can hardly wait to get started with the hatching but the problem is . . the eggs hatch in 21 days and then what do you do? Put the incubator back in the box and stick it in the storage building or do you order more eggs and hatch more chickens and if you order more eggs and hatch more chickens, where do you put the little rascals and when they start laying, what do you do with all the eggs?
If Vince thought buying fabric was bad, and buying yarn was bad, just wait til the effects of buying hatching eggs hits! 🙂