Wednesday, May 28, 2014

May 20, 2014: How to House Break Chickens


You can't.  Chicken diapers are the only answer and our friend Carl says he knows where to get them.

May 28, 2014: Typo leads to renaming Hens!

Just a short note about something that happened today that changed the way we refer to our hens.  I was posting on Facebook in response to some ones comment about loving chickens.  I finished my response and before posting looked up an noted that I had typed "shickens", instead of chickens.

I think this was not an accident or an error, but a subconscious expression of what I really feel.  I love them girls something awful, but they really do poop a lot.

Cal's son Kevin was visiting from London this past weekend, and Cal and I worked our butts off to get the patio pristine.  I mean it was beautiful.  Could have been featured in Sunset Magazine or House Beautiful.

On Sunday morning we were having coffee out on the loggia when a sneaky hen came up and crapped right next to Cal just as he stood up to get more coffee.  How delightful it was to see  him step in it barefooted and smear it across the patio floor.  Our idyllic morning suddenly became real "real".  Sophisticated lounging ala loggia went out the window, replace by shicken reality.

Ahh Shickens!  They never disappoint.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

May 7th, 2014: Chickens Make Great Party Hostesses

 
Had 14 ladies for lunch Saturday. Cal and I worked our butts off getting the patio clean and spruced up.  Those of you who have chickens know they tend to poop at will...anywhere they want.  So of course I was worried.  If I kept them in their chicken yard, they would complain loudly and disturb our meeting.  Yet they seem to be drawn  to a freshly washed and swept  patios like moths to a flame.
We made the decision to let the girls stay out in the yard.   After all, the ladies know we have chickens and some of them really like them.
Well I could not be prouder of Barbara and Mable.  No pooping, no squawking, no coming onto the patio at all.
They were little feathered angels, chatting quietly in the background as we held our book club meeting and had lunch.
Love these girls.