Last night I looked at Facebook and this was one of my memories.
That made me laugh out loud. We bought those silky bantams and they were all supposed to be girls. I was really into naming all the chickens back then. Thelma, Louise, Tiffany. Thelma turned out to be a rooster and we never changed his name. Those chickens loved hatching babies and before long, we had over 100 babies. We hadded a few more roosters just to keep the genetics right but . . well, I’m not even going to speculate on the sex habits of a bantam chicken but look at those tiny babies in that picture. They were the cutest things but those bantam mamas . . they wanted to kill me if I got near the babies.
Stealing eggs, hatching babies that weren’t hers . . oh how I miss my chickens.
The truth is, on cold, rainy mornings, I’m kinda glad I don’t have to go out and deal with them. But, don’t tell Vince I said that!
Tracy says
—-The feed store near here has all kinds of chickens, turkeys, and even quail. Fun to visit them and see all the babies, but I will leave them there, it’s a commitment I know I can’t keep.
Nelle Coursey says
Sounds like us. We took in a stray kitten one time from outside our church. It was a tiny baby. We named “him” Fred. The vet had Fred laying on the table and called me to tell me Fred was not a Fred but a Fredricka!! I told him to go ahead with the surgery even though it was $20 more since he was a she!!