We have 7 chickens and one rooster. We bought them last spring as little baby chicks. We had one die pretty quickly after we got them so I ran down to the country store and bought another one to complete the 8. Seven is not a good number so we needed another. Mind you we had had the chicks already for about a month when the first one passed away and they grow quickly. The new chick that I had brought home and named Ricky Bobbi was small compared to all the others. Within about a week Ricky Bobbi had caught up to the other chickens and she just kept growing and growing. Needless to say Ricky Bobbi ended up being the biggest chicken of them all, so big that she had a huge waddle when she walked and about a month ago she died. We think it was a heart attack and my poor mother found her in their little chicken house and had to get rid of her. Around the same time our rooster named "papuchci" (a Czech word for slippers) went missing one afternoon while the chickens were out in the field grazing. We have a few fox that hang out in the area so we think one if them got a tasty treat. Then there were only 6 chickens.
About two weeks ago my dad and Stella went to the stock show on one of her days off from school. Guess what they came home with...... 1 chicken and 1 rooster. Stella named the lil rooster Puff Daddy because he kept puffin up his chest and we haven't come up with a name for the other chicken.
This morning I heard Stella yelling and growling from her bathroom window so I ran in to see what was going on. She points out the window and there is a fox standing next to the chicken's house just staring at us. You could hear the chickens squawking, worried about the imminent danger. I ran to the mud room and started looking for the bb gun and couldn't find it in its usual spot so I ran out the door and started throwing rocks at the fox. The fox looked at the and walked off. Apparently I'm not very threatening! I know the chickens are safe in their house and in there outdoor pen attached to the house but I still want to catch that fox!
Funny how even chickens can become part of the family!
About two weeks ago my dad and Stella went to the stock show on one of her days off from school. Guess what they came home with...... 1 chicken and 1 rooster. Stella named the lil rooster Puff Daddy because he kept puffin up his chest and we haven't come up with a name for the other chicken.
This morning I heard Stella yelling and growling from her bathroom window so I ran in to see what was going on. She points out the window and there is a fox standing next to the chicken's house just staring at us. You could hear the chickens squawking, worried about the imminent danger. I ran to the mud room and started looking for the bb gun and couldn't find it in its usual spot so I ran out the door and started throwing rocks at the fox. The fox looked at the and walked off. Apparently I'm not very threatening! I know the chickens are safe in their house and in there outdoor pen attached to the house but I still want to catch that fox!
Funny how even chickens can become part of the family!